What happened to you?
You were so kind and caring.
Was that all a façade, a lie?
You would hold me close to you,
now you just push mw away.
You would tell me your secrets
and I would tell you mine.
Now all you do is hurt me,
not just with your hands.
Those hands that once held mine,
but also with your words.
Where is the you that I came to love?
Wherever you are please come back,
I'd prefer the you I knew then
than you I know now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'd prefer the you I knew then than you I know now. Nicely said. Trust once broken is difficult to retrieve.