only if you know my feelings are fragile
you will understand. when i say i die a thousand times
under this skin of dust. i say death
this one more time. it shall be you
my grave. & i will be gone.
i stand on your lips.
see what you do with dreams. you do them over—
s.m.e.a. r_ d.
& the space reeks the filth of your falsehood. it is over.
i course your body. tongue. it is stone—i take your worse. i
erect my middle into a catapult. yet i cannot
sling you. you sling me.
in the end. i
am this ruin sitting lost at the
end of the bed. in
waste. i. sometimes wish i. like a storm without
mercy. rise—a tumult in my mouth. &
curse blind ecstasy.
but i squat. i cannot pick
my brokenness. i cup my eyes. these tears cannot mend me. these
tears cannot mend me.
how you become all what is mine.
how you become all what is mine.
i say death
this one more time. it shall be you
my grave. & i will be gone. all gone.
This is one person I so much believe in when it comes to writing
This one is another excellent poem bruv
Such a great writer I love your works
Keep it up
This poem captures the internal violence of heartbreak so well. Nice work, chidera:)
I glad you liked it I have more to deliver hope you'd always check them out
Absolutely. You are in my feed. I also have a new post up today. A poem and short funny-type rant. Be pleased if you had a look. Let me know what you think.