my truths lack brutality
and yet even my gentle honesty pains you.
you blend me in..to your couch, wall, potplants-
see me again..
im dizzy from your accusations..
the ones before the one before.
i am no longer the me you wanted..
but then,
neither are you.
The feelings evoked by the poem, like those that inspired it, are almost beyond words - thank you for beginning to articulate them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A succinct summation of the evolution of most romances.Well put.