It used to be that everything you say to me are dulcet things
It used to be that your words felt like velvet and tasted like honey
Your ways were impeccable, kind and sweet
Till one day, it all changed.
I do not know what I did or did not do
All of a sudden asinine things came out of you.
Words of vitriol, acid and sulfur
They keep flowing from you out of the blue.
I tried to put on a brave face
That your words didn't affect me
But deep inside they hurt so much
Even if they were all untrue.
I tried so much to forgive and forget
Yet I do not think I could get past this hurt
I want to scream as loud as I could
Till the pain is no more.
Your words will be my secrets that I would carry for the rest of my days
To my grave they will follow suit
They hurt so much for one good reason:
I thought you really loved me.
4/15/09
9: 12 pm
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