Why do the words
“I love you”
Seem so far away.
Why does the
Touch of comfort,
Feel like a stranger
In a wrong way?
Why does the gaze
Of interest,
Spark an anger
Deep inside?
Why is it when
Someone meets
My eyes,
I want to run and hide?
All these questions
That I have,
Have long since
Gone unanswered.
But now I’m sitting
Here wondering why,
And waiting for the
The truth.
Did you do something
To me,
That I cannot remember?
Or do I just remember,
But force myself to forget?
So many quirks I have,
Are they because
Of you?
So many problems
That I face,
Did they all
Start
With you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem