They say love is perfect,
but then why is it that with those we love we make the most mistakes?
Do we always have to feel what its like to lose someone
before we realize what we truly possess?
Never before have I been hurt this deeply,
so much so that even my whole body aches.
I gave you a chance, many opportunities,
but you still chose not to confess.
I can’t give you my heart again, not right now.
But I believe in you, you can make things better, somehow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem