Enough to have too much of it,
Should be stopped to not accept.
Yet...
More of it comes,
As if expected.
With few willing to admit,
What they get to not want...
Or have asked to receive,
Should be someone else's responsibility...
To know.
Without being told.
But believe a showing of disrespect,
Is the best way to deliver that message.
"Why didn't you say something,
When I asked you...
If I had did anything wrong."
-Then...
What would you have done?
Or said? -
"Maybe understood? "
Told you why I did what I did."
-How do I know that? -
"You don't.
I was not given that opportunity.
All I get from you is disrespect."
-But 'that' you never said,
Was unacceptable from me to give! -
"Uh...I...
What?
I don't believe what I'm hearing."
-Now you tell me.
After all this time,
Trying to understand...
Why you seemed to have enjoyed,
My disrespecting you.-
"God?
This can't be love."
-It's much more than that.
You can not say,
I have not been devoted to your needs.-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem