I thought we would be forever,
Now we are not even together.
Snakeskins,
Tiled floorings.
Tequilas under the moonlight,
Kissing in the cold night air is a delight.
The voices in my head,
Repeat words I haven't yet said.
I am being taunted,
With pain, I haven't yet painted.
I am breaking at the knees.
Falling into each of the seven seas.
The weeks never seem to end.
The days feel so aloof it is almost as pretend.
A day feels like a week.
A week feels like a month I don't seek.
I want you to say sorry.
It will show you care enough to do so for me.
It won't heal much.
Maybe I will stop suffering as such.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem