Bent and broken,
I whispered to someone on my left.
You’re bent and broken.
Stop it.
With a hand upon my chest,
I repeated,
Stop it.
I twitch.
My mind was
a sealed room
before I gave you the chance
to explore it.
My notions were
a tied-up butterfly
before I let you
set it free.
My need
was never there
before you came in
and placed it there.
My echo
was all I listened to
before you sang to me
a sweet melody.
Your love
was like air
that I tried to fetch
with a net.
Your love
was a criminal
disguised
in crystal sugar.
With a hand upon my chest,
I repeated
Stop it.
I yelp.
You stupid girl,
I whispered to someone on my left.
You’re bent and broken.
When will you ever stop?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem