the idea that i'm hurting you
the idea that you need me to
it makes me sick
the thought of looking back
the thought of losing track
is so appealing
i don't know where this cold road goes
but i know that you aren't there
i'm not sure that i feel the way that you want me to
i don't think i could turn back time
and even if i could
i wouldn't do it
i don't regret it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem