this is not a poem no this is not some love struck bending of vernacular or some infatuated wax poetic about how your spectacular mark my words this is an attack i let you inside me and you changed the scene, gave me some things i wish i could give back destroying me ever slowly a cancer burning black into my heart now all that remains is vehemence and fury
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem