In the beginning you were perfect,
(I was blinded by my love.)
And my patience knew no bounds.
(You could ridicule me forever,
And I never had a doubt.)
I gave you all you wanted,
so you would never frown.
Yet as the years went, everything turned
UpSiDe
dOwN.
(Your superficial nature
bared its teeth as I
disobeyed your jealous demands)
Your promises were broken,
and my hear thrown to
the ground.
(The shattered pieces
lining the path of my new reality
as they glittered on the ground.)
As I pieced myself back together,
you demanded still a part,
of this shattered heart.
(In a mutual agreement
of friends. Our beginning
becoming our end.)
Yet your words are still posinous,
(even a simple statement,
laced with ill content.)
You make no effort,
even voicing your intent,
to avoid me,
every chance you get.
Which leaves me with the question,
why do I even try?
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