All the things I've wrote, 
All the words I've said, 
Haven't meant a thing, 
You're still stuck in my head, 
I haven't seen you since wednesday last, 
Or spoken for 9 weeks, 
But something about you keeps me thinking, 
Thoughts of you they leak, 
I'm sure you're back with the ex, 
Or seeing someone new, 
All I want is to hug the person, 
That makes me feel renewed, 
I hope that soon this feeling will pass, 
Moving through the pain, 
Forgetting about the one I need, 
Ultimately for my gain, 
Thoughts of you springing to mind, 
I push them all way the down, 
Otherwise in this deep regret, 
I may quite possibly drown, 
It's no use pretending I'm not mournful, 
I want to see you now, 
I'm planning to make it happen soon, 
Thoughts of where and how, 
Courage to show you what I write, 
I wish I had that strength, 
But even to write a card to you, 
Takes me quite a length, 
I hate myself for being this way, 
Starting and stopping this blurt, 
Pushing past what I feel, 
The anger, pain and hurt, 
Still I find myself circling, 
Around the way I feel, 
Perhaps I need to hear the truth, 
To begin to heal, 
If you hate me it'd be easier, 
I really wish I knew, 
But the courage to ask you I don't have, 
So this mess has inevitably ensued.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    