When we’re together, we’re constantly fencing.
Watching each other; dangerous dancing.
Hammering back and forth like masons;
But instead of building, we’re breaking.
I’m hurt by your steel words, and I try to parry the blows;
I fight back, thrusting my foil, but I’m too slow.
I wear armor; I don’t let you break through;
But I can’t keep myself from coming back to you,
Bloodied and broken.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem