Reasoning With Pain
I write this piece for no one to see,
For iam to coward to admit what I feel
Pain, a heartache so deep it leaves me craving for something I told myself to never crave for again,
Iam back to square one, only this time I don’t mind it,
Acceptance is key they said, well it’s harder done than said,
I told myself, one last man, one last love,
And if it doesn’t work out, then move on to no other guy,
Embrace the pain and be one,
One problem though, this pain hits different,
It’s pathetic really, looking at me in the mirror and whispering to myself “ pretty hurts doesn’t it”
I have no energy left in me,
I have been stripped off my heart, left open to be stepped on like a stray dog,
It does hurt, a little bit more than it was supposed to,
But it’s a lesson learnt, those sweet words are savage,
Summary, he got what he wanted of me, it hurts doesn’t it,
Being used like toilet paper, but in all honesty I expected it,
It’s a history iam well educated in, its a love affair iam too familiar with since inception,
It’s time to stay in my lane I guess,
Pluck out those emotions, roll a funeral for them, and bury them deep and far it will be too hard to reach them in case someone else comes my way,
Actually make it too lazy to reach them,
Iam tired of wishful hoping that love will finally come my way,
I need to understand that iam just a phase, nothing permanent,
Iam the girl that comes to love you,
Though iam guessing it’s never enough love,
Because they still walk out the door,
I need to know my place,
And understand you can’t have it all,
A pretty girl is all you will ever be to a man,
Rest assured that’s his only desire??
Copyright © Chiweme Phiri | Year Posted 2023
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