Fluttering, daring, real and sweet
He looks at me
Like I am the best thing since…….
I love it when he does those things to me
And it’s so hard for me to resist him
And I hate myself for drying out like I am consumed by fever
Breaking into the fence I have surrounded myself with
Making me want, more and more
But he feels nothing for me
Inside him is just a kaleidoscope of some sorts
Using me to pick his teeth when the Mrs. is gone
He keeps staining my windows
Overtime he touches me
He leaves a giant stain,
He’s left me with nothing but smudges, cracks, dirty, blurred windows
His words could have mended them
His touch could have been magic and erase all the hurt
It could have been brand new for you
‘Cos his love would have taken all the past pain away
Now all I have is my windows looking worn like Pico Boulevard
It’s my disaster
But all I need is a miracle to find me
Help fill the empty spaces,
Help put together my broken pieces
And have me a new window again.
Poem by Ifeoluwani Funso-Adeolu
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