I AM
Triggered. That’s what I am- that’s how I feel, there’s no
other word to describe it, no other adjective will do it justice. The second it
takes for a hand caressing a gun, and a finger to romance the trigger, is the
second it takes for your presence to make me undone.
WANT
I want to call this piece stupid, but I’m yet to decide
whether it’s because of how you make me feel, or it’s another way to describe
you.
I despise you, and yet 'despise’ is too much a word, with emotion
too great- as opposed to your irrelevance.
Sometimes your audacity surprises me, and when you look in
the mirror, I want your foolishness to scream in laughter at you.
WISH
Dear- sorry, that’s a lie.
Deer, so I’d shoot you in the name of hunting. But no, you
aren’t dear to me.
Despised, Mr. Stupid.
I hope you woke up today with a smile on your face, but with
a heart that’s full of torment.
I hope that tomorrow when you go to bed, it’s after a bottle
of pills.
I hope that your decisions hunt you- like a Lion to it's prey.
Frankly speaking, I don’t
want you happy.
YOU
There is no proper way to express the pain in my heart, or
the storm my tears have caused.
Like a red hanky, before a bull- you showed me ‘love’
And like an alcoholic to Hennessy, you intoxicated me with
what could be.
I hope you experience it too.
This is why I say that maybe I was stupid- because you
became all I had,
But since, this was nothing but a game of cards- the king is
what you were,
Now I have nothing, likened
to a stray broom stick, somehow away from the bunch.
I want to wake up, and hear something happened to you- and I
hate it
I hate it because it dresses my heart with burden.
You make me want to stand a hill and scream- ‘tis too much!
This pain is unbearable.
I’m an open zip, in need of closure.
Other times I want to walk up to you, and ask why?
I want to ask- what it was about me, that made disrespect
like taking a breath in.
You awaken things I thought I had buried, and pain I thought
I was over.
I hope you someday know how it feels to long for something.
And so, like wishes upon a star, but this wish drunk with
pain- it’s almost a prayer
I wish for your
disappearance.
WIN
Take your award- have your medals.
Blow the trumpets! Your poker expressions- and your silence
Aided you, I’d have never seen it coming!
Congratulations!! The king of cards, a happy life and many
cheers.
From the recipient of your stupidity.
