In English, we say: Can we fix this? In poetry, we say: How do I glue back together everything I broke?

In English, we say: I miss you.

In poetry, we say: Without you, there is a hollow space inside me that will never be filled.

In English, we say: I still love you.

In poetry, we say: I cannot find a way to untangle my heart from yours.

In English, we say: I am sorry.

In poetry, we say: I feel the pain I caused you as if your wounds were my own.

In English, we say: Can we fix this?

In poetry, we say: How do I glue back together everything I broke?

In English, we say: I want to understand myself.

In poetry, we say: I am a puzzle with pieces scattered across the years, and I search for the image they form.

In English, we say: I am confused.

In poetry, we say: My mind is a labyrinth where every path leads to a question without an answer.

In English, we say: I feel lost.

In poetry, we say: I am a wanderer in my soul, seeking the home I’ve never known.

In English, we say: I need to grow.

In poetry, we say: I am a seed buried in the dark, yearning for the light that will break me open.

In English, we say: I am struggling with myself.

In poetry, we say: I wrestle with shadows of my own making, battling the echoes of who I once was.

In English, we say: I am happy.

In poetry, we say: My heart dances in the sunlight, every beat a joyful melody.

In English, we say: I am anxious.

In poetry, we say: My thoughts are restless winds, swirling in a storm that has no end.

In English, we say: I am hopeful.

In poetry, we say: In the darkest night, I clutch the stars, believing dawn will come.

In English, we say: I am tired.

In poetry, we say: My bones carry the weight of countless sunsets, each one heavy with unspoken words.

In English, we say: I am content.

In poetry, we say: I rest in the quiet of the moment, a leaf floating gently on a still pond.

In English, we say: I feel guilty.

In poetry, we say: My conscience is a heavy stone, sinking deeper with each regret.

In English, we say: I am curious.

In poetry, we say: My mind is a river, winding through the unknown, eager to discover new shores.

In English, we say: I feel lonely.

In poetry, we say: I am a lone star in an endless sky, shining without a constellation to call my own.

In English, we say: I am determined.

In poetry, we say: I am a flame that refuses to be extinguished, burning brighter with each challenge.

In English, we say: I feel betrayed.

In poetry, we say: My trust is a shattered mirror, reflecting fragments of what once was whole.

In English, we say: I am free.

In poetry, we say: I am the wind, unbound and wild, soaring through the open sky with no chains to hold me.

In English, we say: I am finding freedom.

In poetry, we say: I am a bird discovering its wings, each flap carrying me further from the cage of yesterday.

In English, we say: I am finding myself every day.

In poetry, we say: I am the morning sun, rising anew each dawn, unveiling a piece of my soul with every ray of light.

In English, we say: I am becoming who I am meant to be.

In poetry, we say: I am a river carving its path, shaping the land as I flow, never the same, always becoming.