Don’t worry about it
Don’t worry about Me
I suppose
you were right all along
it’s hard to admit
but yes, I was wrong
I had it all figured out
how I would live it all out
with giggles and smiles
till the very end
Alas, my dear
I’ll have to leave you all out
and even leave you behind
do you hear
Be strong and engulf
the flames, of this ballad of thoughts.
I wasn’t strong enough
but I know I have fought
and before it gets rough
I’ll bring this road to a halt.
This delusion of better days
has become a headache
and a recurring heartache
For the waterfalls,
off which, my tears have flown
has run dry
and enabled my wings to grow
And yes, my dear
I was weak all along
but this week made me strong
Enough to break up
with this heartache called life
and go on a date with her other half
for even though
I know they say, that other half, is
cunning and dismal to the eye…
My dreams convince me otherwise
and my heart convince me past the skies
Where she and I
can kiss and cry
a joyous waterfall
beneath the clouds
of our panacean regimes
Hence I’ll
watch this blade
as sharp as it is
bleed reflections of me
and bloodstains off my ribs
before pushing it in once more
just beneath, the bottom of my heart
before watching
the heaviness,
ugliness of life splurging out
and the beauty of death
enlightening me of her scent
as sweet n shallow as it is
that I have to close my eyes
to comprehend
the complexity of her encrypted smile
and the odyssey of her lips,
also the, oozing of her hips
as she models towards me
with engorged, gorgeous eyes
While the
erroneous lies come free
as the life I once held dear
stems free from my empty hands.
How silent n careless can she be
to not even come, calmly
to say her final goodbyes
surely I say
Life be not Proud…
And to think that
she’s willing to let me go
without a fight
as though I never defended her
whenever her ugly side
bothered Me, like she didn’t care
over and over again…
I won’t say it loud
but I’ll proudly admit that
the sweetest lie
and it’s bittersweet taste
would be to falsely deny
my own heart of admitting, anymore,
that death is beautiful
and wherever she takes me,
along the freedom of my heart,
I’d gladly lie..
Even if Nande tries
to ring me again
with a reverse apology
for her break up message,
admitting her wrongs
and leaving her fears
in-salted through my tears