You hurt me and you don’t even know it.
You kill me inside every day.
You & your face…… it’s torture.
When you smile, a little piece of me dies.
I sink in my chair when your eyes meet mine.
I melt when you speak my name.
I dream of you, …… awake & realize you’re not there.
I realize I can’t have you and I cry.
Do you even know what you’re doing to me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They usually don't it seems. They just somehow move on while were the one torturing ourselves about what went wrong and they're just going on with there lives like we meant nothing at all. It's so messed up.