Am filled with words today with no one to tell me to. of course they are all meant for you but I’ll never get the courage to tell to. I swear I have just lost it. You must as well prepare a funeral service for me since am already dead. And those are my last words. I hope you get them before am put in the ground but they are in reverse. “I fancy you …”
“If you want me to stop being crazy, remove love in this world, yeah I know.”
“But I love you”, those are just words. Actions count.
She knows to write about nothing but pain.
Writing will be the death of her, that we all know.
She bleeds in all her pages and loses breath whenever she picks up a pen.
She jokes she will be buried in books because that’s all she know.
i don’t want to call you when am high, when am down and in doubt.
i don’t want to check my phone, for a missed call or text.
i don’t want to need you, close my eyes in my four walled room, gasp for breath, take quick steps when i think of you.
i don’t want to feel this way, because i know am far removed from your reality.
Mama called my name when i was born, i have lost it in this world.
I take the long road to church, i tell myself i have tried.
I relate more with the rain, it comes with the cold and flows
Take me back, to when i could feel, when i could laugh in tears.
Hold my hand and take me to bed,
turn off the lights and call me by my name like my mama did and how it should be.
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