My breath is still used to catching,
when the light hits you in a certain way.
My eyes are still used to searching,
for you in a crowd everyday.
My heart is still used to beating fast,
every time you happen to come near.
My insides are still used to bleeding,
whenever you are no longer here.
Your breath no longer catches,
when I happen to be in sight.
Your eyes no longer see me,
every time I walk on by.
Your heart is barely even beating,
even if i am near.
I guess I no longer exist,
cauz to you, I'm not even here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem