So you think you love him,
He makes you tingle in all the
right places
And he springs you up from your
abysses.
He is all the clichés that comes
with the feeling of love,
Sweeping you in a whirlwind of
fantasies may come true.
But I hear you from your sleep;
things that don’t sound like love escape with your dreams.
His name is followed by; no, stop,
please and I am sorry, I won’t do it again and sometimes you are silent but
your trashes in your bed keep me up.
Who is this demon that ruins your
dreams and gives me sleepless nights?
Why do you battle him where you can’t
win?
We know your mind won’t stop him
and dreams are not battlefields,
You say you love him but love
doesn’t come with bruises.
You have new birth marks that hurt
when you move too fast and your eyes are forever watery.
I know love is supposed to be
painful but in a delightful way,
A pain that can be erased by the
sound of his voice or the notification of a message that says “hello princess”.
Not a pain that requires a doctor’s
visit and the proper application of MAC Pro.
Honey, I know you love him but your
image of love is askew,
Convoluted by the desperation of
your loneliness.
Step away, throw yourself out of it
and you will see that being in your own company doesn’t hurt as much.
Nkem Oyaghire
8 comments:
Chai! Love is a beautiful thing. Well done.
Love this beautiful piece
#ILove
I love that you keep writing. Good piece here.
LOL. It is o. Thank you very much.
Thank you Lilian
Oshe!
Thank you my love, you should write something. After all it's because of you I write
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