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 anything 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.
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..
Shoved it somewhere between my collection of crosses and ankhs
my religion and reality
Slap it on the list of things I've been meaning to let go of.
But I stay holding on to both
stretching arms
and tearing torso across repelling forces
because polar opposites are far too alike to attract.
I bruised you,
Licked poems into your skin
with my blood raising pen
And as I watched the words settle,
watch the wounds heal,
I'd kiss the spot just to see the ripples
the venom from my lips created.
I never wrote us a proper break-up poem.
Crumbled paper
like the dried flowers petals
and sprinkled it over your bed sheets so you'd never forget my scent,
never forget the smell of a girl deflowered before her time.
Put my rape poem on repeat in your room
so you...
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