Tell me

isa kemmy

Tell me how to look in his eyes,

When love becomes lies,

When its faded and dry,

When there is nothing  left in his sky,

How do i look in his eyes,

When he hops down for a kiss,

Should I kiss him when in piss,

 

 Tell me how to come clean,

When the truth is  venomous, 

When  love is incapacitated, 

When it all dried and gone

How would he  react,

When their is no chemistry,

For this love is chemically killing me 

 

Tell me how selfish  am i

When i see no future with him,

When am fed up with him,

When he takes it calmly, 

Sitting btwn two PC ,

When he rejoices with no shame,

For  he won against his buddy,

When he knows no of toiling,

When he thinks of the present,

When he doesn't  want to sweat,

Yet he wants a good life,

 

Tell me how a gold digger i am

When i take  my leave 

When am scared to babysit,

A 32 yr old baby bf

Tell me am selfish,.

Maybe am not,

 

 

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  • sorenbarrett

    If it doesn't fit don't stay with it. A poem of ill fit. Nicely said

    • isa kemmy

      Thanks a lot

    • Tristan Robert Lange

      I feel the pain and frustration in this, my friend. If he says those things about you, he ain't worth it. Your poem ends with that resolve. Well expressed, Isa! 🌹👏

      • isa kemmy

        Thanks a lot for ur genuine feedback what if i am the one who is saying this things about him

        • Tristan Robert Lange

          You're welcome, Isa! I guess that just means love can be messy on both sides sometimes. You wrote it so raw and real—that’s why it hits home, regardless of whose POV it's coming from. Again, well done, my friend.

        • nephilim56

          a real dilemma, well written



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