this morning
i confessed my insecurities
and you listened
you who i did not know was listening
or awake.
you calm my thoughts
like a mother putting a baby down to bed
with a simple admission:
'i'd jump in front of a train for you'
but what if i'd rather jump in front of my own train?
would you let me do that, too?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem