I don't know what did you do to me
or what is the beginning of this rancor heart
am I bad or there is something unrightable on you
That I don't like it,
You are the reason
Why my face becomes red
specially when you're blaming me
I think I detest you from the beginning.
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Good depiction of distress and loss of fascination in a relationship occasioned by maltreatment, well articulated and nicely penned from inner recesses of the heart with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Jazi. Please read my poem THE OBSESSIVE AGONY OF LUST.