192/365 [Unfinished]

Some people have the ability to catch your eye without even noticing,
to sweep you off your feet without even the remnants of a broom.

I never seem to pour love into anythings tangible,
it's always things too big for me to grasp.

Like poetry,
the entire continent of Africa
and you.

You hit my world like a tornado when I was just opening up the window for a breeze.
You flung into my face things I never thought I wanted but suddenly became so necessary,

When you held me,
I often felt like a kid on a water slide; innocent without a sense of control
but the last time I was young and lost control,
I ended up in the hands of a man who tore from me the only innocence I had left.

I'm sorry,
that what could have been a blissful experience with you
turned into a reenactment of the traumatizing experience with him.

Thank you for refusing to play his part.

I never wrote us a proper break-up poem.
Probably another one of those things that I swept under the rug.
Another one of those things I say in a cheery voice so people don't have to know I'm hurting.