by NIAYA
When he came, when he first entered my life
I was broken. My heart was broken.
My unethical bad behavior and stepping
around happy times replacing it with sad.
You know what really saved me? My love,
the one who claims my heart,
his charmed desires and enthusiasm
to be with me. “Aren’t you just
the most beautiful?” I whispered to him
as we sat together. He was warm,
but his silence deafening. “You my dear,
are the most beautiful. The only one
for me. I shouldn’t be so attached.
Last time, my heart got broken.
But he, the one who claims my heart,
is different. I get flush every time
he comes near me, and I can’t breathe.
That overwhelming feeling of lust,
yet at the same time love, swirls
in me like fruit in a blender. Geez,
his light skin tone and reddish
complexion. I held him close to me,
mouth-to-mouth action happened
frequently. How the laughs we share,
the smiles, consumed my thoughts.
His intoxicating scent, sweet and tangy
filled my nostrils intensely with every
breath. How deeply I loved him,
but I feared he could not love me.
And he didn’t. He is gone now,
and I’m left with another broken heart.
Once he left I had no one.
His name. Pizza. Oh look! Another
slice. When he came to me, when
he first entered my life, I was broken.
My heart was broken.
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