I am sorry I’m gonna sound mean.
It’s the situation I found myself in.
I’ve asked for forgiveness where I sinned.
I fall victim to the new love fever that she’s in.
Now I realise she belongs in the garbage bin.
I am the heart-broken one and it beats louder than an empty tin.
This is my sad, sorry love story that has been.

I never knew the rage hidden in me until her new boyfriend phoned me and ordered me to leave her alone.

“Hello…” that’s me getting back to the missed calls since I had clients to service.

“Sure Zweli, this is Glen from section B. I would enjoy it if you would back off from my girl Trudy if you want to live.”

My anger management classes escaped from my system through my ears. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and my heart pumped enough blood that I could hear it flow in my ears.

“We need to meet,” was all I could breathe.

“That’s right indeed. We have to meet. I am on my way to your hood, tell me where you want us to meet,” Glen said.

Right then and there, I left the business that pays to sort out the business that buzzes. I called my Queen to confirm Glen’s orders.

“Hello…” from the other end of the network.

“Heey! How are you?”

“Sharp.”

“Where are you?”

“On my way home,” she replies.

“Can we meet before you get home?” I tried to be as civil as I could.

“I can’t.” It’s all she would say.

“Do you know anyone called Glen?

“Ja.”

“Why is he calling me?”

“Because I don’t love you anymore Zweli, and I am with him now…” then she hung up on me.

I called Glen to ask where they were and he said at the park. “Wait right there! Don’t move an inch!” I ordered him.

I saw them approaching me. I looked the guy straight in the face and greeted them.

“Hola member!” I said to him with my short breath from running.

“Sure.”

“What’s this? Here I am.” I stared into his eyes.

“Ya, here she is.” A stupid thing for a guy to say to the raging other.

“So… tell me why you are calling me. In fact, do you even know me, mate?”

“Yes,” he replied trying to be brave, “and she asked me to.” He went weak.

I shifted my focus to the other part of my heart that was falling right out of my shirt to ask for an explanation, but there was none. I asked why she couldn’t tell me if she was out of my love with me.

“But I am telling you now, Zweli.”

That got me to the full blown effect of losing it. I wasn’t losing it because she dumped me, but for giving my phone number to him to order me away. Why didn’t she do it herself? She knows me better; I wouldn’t have stopped her from walking away.

But she decided to do it this way.

I am going to teach them a lesson anyway.

This is how I am feeling right now but I can’t put it to words straight away. I am hurting and that’s what got me acting, or I was mad and I did what mad people do. I feel bad for not knowing or seeing it that she ran out of love for all this time. I felt dead and I was living it out right then.

All these feelings are in my system and it’s not funny, now I know how easy it is to kill someone. All it takes is a combination of these things and BANG! You are a murderer.

Thank God her love saved me from killing the foolish guy. I gave him a hard hot clap on the mouth to nearly break his jaw.

“No Zweli!” She shouts in her beautiful voice, concerned.

I mistakenly gave her one from my slow right hand to shut her up. She ran to the guy but he could not do anything for her, so she ran away home. As I was about to toast the guy, something arose in me. The pain I feel when she hurts. I left the guy to comfort her and apologised for hitting her. I explained why and I tried to touch her, but she just sprang out of my arms. This is when I gave her what she wanted: her heart back so she could fully give it to this new boyfriend.

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Would you ever it is a mistake when a guy hits a girl?