DEAR EX
I am no longer a worshipper kneeling at the table of your love, pleading for pieces of your attention. I do not tremble at your gate like a sinner begging for your acceptance. Your two breasts are moulded deceits void of the water of life and I seek no more of their suckles. Your lips are no longer the opening that closed my heart in prayers and opened it in unspeakable delight neither are your eyes perfect like that of dove's; setting my gaze into the constellation of heavenly beauty. Your body is not the same as the Angelic majestic elegance that caused me to bow and mutter unknown languages.
I could have made a goddess of you, burning incense of glories in words. Lighting the seven candles of ambiguous expressions before your face, lifting you on high with the most creative praises and chanting the eulogies of the fairest of all.
But the emotions I reserved for you were sewages to be thrown away as you turned a mirage of yourself, an empty promise, a truthful lie, a believing deceiver. Thoughts of you no longer moves my heart in reverence but each time I look at the changes on the wall. I remember you, my yesterday's tears, a gloomy darkness masqueraded as the moon, a flaw, a thief of time, a needless relic and a useless piece of shit.
©Ganiyu Taofeek
(Poet Paul)
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Week 1 2019 Entry
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