I know you saw her,

I know you’ve felt her,

I know you’ve seen her in your dreams,

It might be true

I know you’re crying for her attention,

I paid attention,

Tried to bribe my eyes to unsee her,

Tried to change what could be real I can’t

You know we’re always unlucky with love,

We fail to find the comfortability in the one we say we love,

As much I saw what you saw,

How good it made you feel,

How it cures the chronic stomach pain

But the last time love came,

It healed, it cured something,

That’s all it did,

It cured heart burns not heartaches,

Not wounds that have stopped bleeding but are still painful,

It added salt and vinegar on the wound,

The last time we called it love,

It left me rotten from the wounds that were now septic,

Yes, her eyes are catchy,

Her soul is unique

Yet I’m tired of always having to face reality,

Who could ever love me,

No one really sees me like that,

I’m just that fat ass ugly mother****

Who lacks human attraction 

I know love never chose me,

Love chose everyone but me,

We saw her.

She tingled our soul,

But it’s probably the wind blowing,

Not love,

Xola nhliziyo, I ain’t got strength to love again.