I was comfortable with our Verbal discourse, at first Reluctantly
Sapiosexual Being, Intellect your speech, I yearned for more
The version of you I placed in my mind, Foolishly
To accommodate my infatuation
I ultimately refused to see, Blindly
I walked to the edge of the cliff with blurred vision
Already emotionally strained, now wounded, Bitterly
And don't know how to feel or how to end the pain
that I inflicted, on myself, Inconsistently
I was wrong, but I will heal
Obligated to Self to be Strong, Mentally
Self Inflicted Torment
Wondering how to escape my Mind, Consciously
Blaming my Sensitivity
Prosecuting My emotions, Emotionally
Being Loved is minimal
I valued the version I created of you, Inaccurately
But now I see, Clearly!
Your Love lacked Support, I was not your Priority
Lesson Learnt! Bridges Burnt!
That Version of Me that Needed the Self Created Version of You
Has Evolved, Balanced on a Scale with a Feather, Peace Profound, Thankfully!
I count it that I’ve once again won
For being fifty one:
On this day, the 15th June
High my stereo with tweeters tune;
In noise–prosecuting quarters to Victory ululate,
In advance vowing to not later vacillate,
For only a just-caught-and-now-brooding criminal
Or the fast-wasted by a disease terminal
Would to the Euphoric say “Nay”
On man’s caution-depriving Birthday…
Really, the day to puff up one’s chest for boasts
With paid filled glasses for appropriate toasts,
Save for the life-jailed already gathering dust
And facing a tomorrow of inescapable rust
Or the piteously dying with his graveyard space
Reachable with not so much as a long pace…
Happy Birthday to the Gemini
Here in Nigeria but very sure He is in “Germany”
Already ambitiously eyeing Fifty-two years,
The prayers that should take him to it selecting all their gears!
She is alone
Hoping to be loved
By a man
The one who loves her
For all she is
Good, bad and ugly
Wounded in battle scars
Across her fragile heart
Her mind traumatized
Builds her highest defense
With hidden traps
Not get into her again
Prosecuting trespassers
With sharp tongue
Attacking
In mighty rage
She is tired
But cannot help it
Not wanting
To be hurt
And not to be betrayed
Though idea of diminishing love
Still craving and hoping
Being hold
Looking at her eyes
Everything will be alright
Safe in his arms
Sorrow glides down her face
Every now and then
Afraid
Meeting her end
Never have a chance being loved
© Sue Sanzz 2020
Become simile as the burning moth
Every solitary second persist to dement her.
Whose morning budy smile is the coolness of my desserted heart
But was never stopped setting me off.
Ocean of hot tears shedding from eyes
But was never stopped prosecuting me.
Remained unknown to bereavement goblet
But never stopped barmaid to imbibing me.
Pen starts shivering with pain while writting!
How could I fix it into script, i think.
Plenty of pains hidden inside the heart !
how could I express if I will.
Though independent but in the fetter of pain
How could I disentangle from love shackles.
COUNSELOR COWARD
So there was I a fresh new face ready to oversee the law
I had the mandatory briefcase, with two pencils and a Waterman pen
I’d studied long and hard for years but my future had one huge flaw
And it’s all because I’m more sensitive than most and/or all men
My co-council and deity du jour was almost as eager as I
We faced the prosecuting attorney with swords of silver hone
I felt as if I were an eagle and I had finally learned to fly
But what I knew turned into aspects of the job I hadn’t previously known
Jury selection was over and it was time for the D.A.‘s openings speeches
As my cohort and I glanced at their evidence of exhibit “A” through “L”
As my sleepless client remained, for obvious reasons, speechless
The jury filed in and it was obvious they were going to condemn this man to Hell