He loved me and I loved him.
It was the most beautiful time of our lives.
I tasted him and he tasted me.
Is there more intimacy beyond this?
I was addicted to him.
I was a bad habit he needed to rid.
I was beautiful and adored,
He was complete and cared for.
All I have left is dreams.
I miss his touch.
I’m ugly again
His incomplete.
We need each other.
I want to be beautiful again,
And I know he wants to be complete.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem