The pain I've caused you
Cannot compare to the pain
I've caused to myself
In the process.
The memories that I wish to erase
From my twisted mind.
Pulls down the wrinkles of sadness on my face.
I'm not a scientist
But I know that a substance
Is formed when ink
Is mixed with my painful tears.
It's also my wish
To be one with you
In the happiness of marriage,
But love right now seems like a burden.
I've been too absent-minded lately.
And I will understand if you hate me.
I guess love doesn't always win.
But it's complexity allows us to survive.
(George Motapane 11B)