When does a relationship become dry?
When does one stop loving another to the point they don't try?
Why is it at least one individual has to cry?
I am afraid to love as I don't think it will last.
I have seen relationships fade so fast.
I have experienced a broken heart in the past.
If I were to link the path,
Which I am afraid to do because of the aftermath.
It is wasting time because I'd be plotting my own bloodbath.
To think I have been hurt to the extent,
Where I would utter such words in dissent.
Is far from mere contentment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem