She was born in the 90’s
She craved that 50’s kind of love
When she loved
He swears that we are meant to be,
But my heart finds his words hard to believe.
Could a man like him love a woman like me?
And look into my soul and beneath the surface see,
My mind. My heart. My genuine affection,
I know my heart can’t withstand any more rejection.
I’ve found someone who isn’t shallow minded,
He’s being unfolded and I’m being unblinded.
But could he love a woman like me,
And fall in love with me endlessly?
I swear my feelings are coated with truth,
Even though I’m only in the prime of my youth.
This thing called my mind fills me up with doubts,
My heart battles with my head and I want to shout,
How could a man like you love a woman like me?
Why did it take me this long to see?
I must’ve fallen quicker than I want to believe,
My heart is as wild as the raging seas.
But now everything is clear to me,
A man like you could never love a woman like me.
I thought with you I could touch the sky,
And all you did was fill me with your lies.
I felt as though I finally found someone,
But you were only searching for some quick fun.
I was dumb enough to believe in you,
Now I’m stuck here feeling like the biggest fool.
Your words are as empty as your hollow heart,
I should have seen through you right from the start.
More than anything I wanted us to be real,
I made the wrong call and I let down my shield.
I don’t understand why you’d make me fall,
Then shut me out like I was nothing at all.
I released my heart from its cage,
But you’re another book and I’ll turn your page.
I thought you were the perfect guy,
But you were just another devil in a disguise.
Posted by Sharneez Parker
My heart is like a rainbow, but its colours are less appealing. It’s filled with multiple wounds. There is a red liquid which flows and it reeks of deceit. The regret holds onto it as though someone were swinging from a chandelier. It’s bruised from all the abuse of both physical and emotional misery. The known and the unknown pain washes over my soul like an ocean during a high tide. My heart suffocates as metal wires cling around it. My heart is grey and melancholy as memories escape from the place in which I buried it. Every time I try to forget my tragedy it’s as if a million spikes are filling my head with deliberate agony. It has lost a reason to continue fighting and searching for a purpose. The inside is black and it’s laced with poison. The toxins escape and for a moment I forget what it’s like to breathe. The attack only lasts a little while, but in that short time it feels like an eternity of torture.