Pragmatic

Pragmatic                                                  How you slowly carras’d my body only to leave me lonely.                              How you loved me enough to find yourself when I found extra pieces of myself in you.                                     How pragmatic it is that contentment and sadness seem to go together after days of crying             How your kisses weren’t just a touch of nothingness but were the reason why souls were meant to be in the first place                                      How hours with you felt like lifetimes because I didn’t believe in forever when I met you but I believed in us being together in any lifetime.                                                    How hating you is a distant bitter taste but loving you is the ecstasy to any addiction that has your name written on it.                                 How your scent still lingers on my clothing and I remember how safe we used to feel in each others arms.                                                     How your smile was my favourite.       How i didn’t get lost in your eyes but found all the imperfections you failed to tell me but I loved you more for embracing them and showing me                                       How I could praise you all day and never get tired because you’re more than a boy, you’re the reason that imperfections were made to be embraced.                              Pragmatic how you’re more than all I could ask for but am I all you could need because it didn't feel like it when I felt my heart sink deep enough to feel it in my stomach all because you looked at me and decided you weren't whole anymore. ~Low-Key Poet ?? -Sihle Simelane