do i have it in you?
are you capable of such a thing
or are you just morphing my perception
you eyes, deep, warm, honest
i feel so vulnerable
this isnt me
i am strong
or...
is my strength tainted
your mind, heart, and writings
weakening my every motion,
because of my unconditional trust.
weakness. open hearted weakness.
overwhelming my decisions
any distinction of value
nonexistent
true perception of my own heart
is unobtainable by all
your trust in me
a waste of feeling in compassion
i am untrustowrty
becasue i am too trusting
a broken heart
always shows remaining cracks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem