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POETRY: The dilemma of a confused lover


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I wonder why I gave room to foolishness
When wisdom was knocking on my door.

I gave you my very all

Until I had nothing more to hold on to.

I wonder why I didn't know how 
To fully express the emotions 

Cluttered in the aorta of my valve
When a simple hi would have sufficed.

I was falling head over heels
When I should have stood tall

Now I am all broken, sad and crushed
beyond recognition.
How could I ever forget


The reflection of you

Which was carved in my mind

The first time I set my eyes
On your beautiful face.

The truth I held on to
Was that you will be the one

I have always dreamt about

Every passing moment.
Whose presence will fill me
With endless joy and happiness.

We started out as friends,
My heart wanted more,

But my mouth kept mute,

I refused to listen 
To the notes of love
Banging at the doorstep of my heart.

I wanted to speak to you,
Divulge the intents of my thought

But my mouth failed to utter

The promptings in my mind.
When I should have asked to have you
I said I did not want to lose you.

No wonder you  gave a wry smile,
At the stupid nonsense I said,

If  I was in my right mind
I would have realized 
No one loses what they never had.

Every given opportunity,
I kept telling Niniola what I felt 
She desperately wanted to hear.
I would daily remind her


How beautiful she is

Fooling myself like I was the only one
Who had  monopolized access
To make her my Queen.

I chose to believe lies
And refused to see the truth all along

I was shocked like an electric fish

When Niniola told me you have never been mine 
And you have never been close to being one.

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