Your snide comments
Made our kisses taste of irony,
That hard metallic sting.
Gone with soft tenderness
Your hands savagely play a treasure hunt
For my clothes’ buttons.
No pale blushing
Just stark blunt blotches of bruises.
I miss the boy you once were
And hate the man you have become.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really liked this poem; the pictures are very strong and touching. It builds up very well to the last 2 lines, which are amazing. I love this part “I miss the boy you once were and hate the man you have become.” It’s very simple yet very sad, a requiem for a lost joy.