It has been a long weekend. 
She haunts the pages of my mind
makes me sick to know the truth
that I am certain to find 
when this is all over. 
Disgusted, humiliated, hurt, angry, sad. 
It wasn't supposed 
to be or end like this. 
I wanted forever, but I got you instead. 
I am so embarrassed.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem