You say you love me.
I say I love you.
Why bicker and fight?
Why punch and slap?
Is this love.
Or a crazy obsession.
Wondering if.
This is really worth it.
Worth my time.
Worth my tears.
Worth my pain.
That I would forever hold.
Toward another man.
When you truly love someone.
You would do anything.
To see them happy.
To keep them happy…
Turning around.
Walking away.
My behind
is the last thing…
That you will ever see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem