Like a hand fit a glove
So his heart fits my soul
There are stories he’d tell
But only me of the unspoken truths
I hate it
We fight
An internal bleeding
Encases my light
My heart shatters
As he cries
Each time a part of me dies
To know that I cause the pain
Unselfish was my gain
Why do I die
Why do I cry
Why
Tell me why
I am nothing
Stripped to the bone
Yet when you’re with me
I am never alone
I will always love you
That you may know
Whether you’d love me
That’s the unknown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem