I wondered if you were using me,
If you'd leave after getting what you wanted,
After taking my body and moving on.
But that's not you.
You're not cruel.
Your heart aches the way mine does.
And yet your eyes tell a different story
One of kindness,
One of staying
One of feeling more than you ever say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem