Skip to main content

Dont cry when am gone

*Don't cry when am gone*

Enough with the tears,
Keeping your eyes wet wont help
Forgive me for being too insensitive but trust me no man is worth your salty tears
No man is allowed to hold your thoughts captive
Asking yourself, why you?
I am not telling you this because I want you
I am not telling you this because I care
I am telling you this because at some point I will break your heart
I am telling you this because You say all men are dogs and that I am no exception
I am telling you this, to sound as a warning
Not to cry for me when am gone
Do not break down when I break your heart
You are too weak to handle two broken pieces
I guess that is why you keep falling in love with any man who promises you a happy time.

I want to promise you some few things
One,
Let me guarantee you no guarantees
Let me promise no promises
That's all I can promise
Because
Because I hate it when women cry over we men
In the spirit of feminism, I hear you lie to yourself that what we men can do, women can do it twice as much better
Then why?
Then why don't you break someone's heart hard.
Miss me with that care shit!!
No one cares for anyone
Everyone is busy protecting their interests
And lucky for you
Am interested in you, just tell me you wont fall heads over heals for me
For that will only give me motivation to hurt you
Not that am a bad person, I am among the few who let their thoughts known
I hate emotions
I hate people who easily get attached
I hate people who easily fall in love
I really hate those who wake up in the morning and fall out of love
And Most importantly, I hate those who cry their lives out when they are thrown out of the Love Voyage and left to drown in their sorrows

*Doluh Words*
© *2018*

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Artful Deception.

That morning, I stood rooted to the tiled floor with my hands on the poorly done window grills. I had been examining the structure that we called home. The Sun was lazy, casting weak monotonous rays on the ground. It had sufficiently rained the previous night and the air was still fresh.  Since my childhood, I had enjoyed the petrichor, it had a way of pumping life into my dead hopes, and couldn't wait for a few droplets of rain to hit the ground. It was a moment I always craved for. Half past seven in the morning, if not for the birds chirping so melodiously I wouldn't have travelled back to reality. "Normal is boring." I said to myself reaching for my phone that was religiously playing my favorite Bob Marley playlist. Nobody can stop reggae. The tweets that day were not as snappy as I would have wanted. Something was eating me up but still I couldn't figure it out, at least not at a time when Bob was reassuring that things would be alright. Music to me had alway
15 comments
Read more

Please Get Tired.

I write, You notice, You assume, I get disconnected And curse. " It's hard to show love to a stone" of no worth it is  making love to a marble, Shinny and elegant, Only adapting to the degree of my loving when in the same room And nothing is the same when we hug and part ways. I write You marvel Share it to friends And say "That was master class" You find it hard to read between the lines. Not born for the art, so you wont relate Our connection is relative, Like an uncle to a niece It's hi when we meet and high time when we don't. I notice You care less I get disconnected I miss her But who listens? I refuse to build a foundation on a forced connection I don't want to end up losing myself when you finally slip away like she did. Please get tired, and let me try to win her love back. I write Get tired And hope That if tomorrow ever comes with the darkness it left with, Then I would sit and wait for her to come aroun
3 comments
Read more

If Yesterday was Tomorrow.

And, if yesterday was tomorrow, What would you have done differently? Would you write that which the mouth was even afraid to whisper? Be a little bit poetic and feed the world with feelings, Just like any other slave of the pen? If yesterday was tomorrow_ Would you let the sun set with your heart still hurting? Would you  still call men dogs Just because a few like bones like you do? If yesterday was tomorrow, Would you talk of how it never comes And sing, hoping that You finally became a star? Would you share the last piece saved on your diary? Or, you would just have written another piece to entertain the skeletons in your closet, those that really never come out? If yesterday was to come after today would you still be talking of a having gruelling day and still seat and swipe your gadgets all night long lost in the virtual world? If yesterday was the day after today, Would you still claim to ride with your friends, Would you still talk of them the same way? For m
Post a Comment
Read more