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June The 27th

Just give up
Was the last word you said.
Was i dating my crush? Was I dating myself?
3 months is quite a lot of time if converted into seconds
I'm finding it hard to let go,
Tears welling up my eyes
Showing that you I held so dearly
I cant even recall your name for I had substituted that with the love emoji
I wish I heard what the ancestors told me
The only true love ni ile ya magazine
I find it hard to love again after you
I find it overrated
Or am I just a cry baby?
Its hard for me to watch you leave baby
And if you are to leave,, take my heart with you,, for there is where it belongs

In the death stage, we never talked as often,
Mama was giving me a signal
But I was blinded by love
Now, I cant figure out my love life without you.

I'm holding back my tears, I'm holding back my disappointments
But
Thank you for one thing
You made me realize I could write
You made me meet other great word smiths who say they love my work
I wish Charlotte could believe every word when I penned down *don't cry when am gone*
I wish Shee The Poet would understand that am not heartless when I explained myself in *Drop mixed signals*
Thanks again
I learnt that people get attached, I disputed it some hours ago, but now I feel more attached to you than ever before
They say, you don't know what you got till its gone ,, I am willing to get to know you afresh
You made my ego sublime
You made my words lose rhyme when you said
When you said
Just give up
Again,
Was I dating my crush or dating myself?

They say you don't know what you got till its gone,
They say a lot of things concerning matters to do with the heart
They say that when you hurt a bleeding heart, at one point you will bleed too.
I should summon my ex, not you, the one who set the standards of loving
She understands me more than you ever did
She never went silent, when I decided to test how long I could go without talking to her
She made love realistic
She made love enjoyable
She made the word dear sound so sweet,

Or were you drunk when you replied with the 3 words Just Give Up
What will happen to the promises?
Remember me saying that I will take 50 virgin cows to your mama?
I still remember how that made you laugh
I still remember, promising to see you after classes
I literally remember everything about you.
When we first met at Morgan's place then later when we puffed the evening away at my plug's place
I remember you  saying that I had a way of keeping your talkative ass silent
I remember,
I remember that you are the reason behind my cracked phone screen
And now
The reason to my shuttered heart.

I will leave,
Hopping to find someone better,
Someone who view my words as paradise and not some nagging pieces of cheap poetry
Someone with a heart as beautiful as your body
Someone with a winning mentality like you
Someone who thinks big and talk more
Someone who finds peace in my noise
Someone who finds tranquility near me
That someone was certainly not you.

*Doluh words*
© *2018*

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