WANT YOU NO MORE

  I won't dare to cry when you tell me you want me no more. I won't dare die if you leave me.
Your eyes tell me all,all that needs to be told.
How you no longer want me . Your hands that held me with tenderness ,those very hands now choke me in contempt. Your eyes which sparkled with love,those very iris now bombarded me with hate.
The lingering gaze of happiness around me has become a shadow of fury.
And my body has become your stress reliever.
   
 Your fists always find a way to connect with my body.
You must want me no more for you have broken my body with your hands.
You have hurt my dignity with your words.
You must think you killed my soul too. But the honest truth was I too wanted you no more.
I cursed you in my heart,I swore at you from my soul.
I resented you a lot. I prayed you never come back.

 But seeing you sprawled down.
Down on our kitchen floor,blood oozing from the cut.
My hands are quivering with the weapon,the weapon I had hit you with. 
Your eyes rolling in their sockets, you struggling for breath.
I should fall on my knees,fall on my knees and stop the bleeding.
I turn out of the kitchen,I unlock the living room door.
I climb down the stairs.
I walk towards the gate.
As I unlock the gate ,one feeling became certain.
I want you no more.

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