Devils we call lovers
Maybe devils are people we call lovers —
the ones who are our weakness,
our mistakes,
the ones we lie for,
the ones we would kill for.
I have done the most foolish things for love —
a little feeling
yet it shakes crowns,
collapses empires.
My king —
you reign in my heart.
Please, do not overturn the skies above my head.
Kiss me slowly —
I want this moment to last,
for tomorrow you might not be mine again.
Death is waiting.
Haters are watching.
The world is ready —
ready to snatch you from my arms.
I can't fight this.
I won't win.
I know.
Still, I love you.
I don't know if you love me.
I am vulnerable for you.
I am sacrificing for you.
Kill me gently with your love.
Drown me in the sea of it —
I am ready.
What haven’t I given up for you?
My dignity,
my health,
my insurance,
my safety,
my beautiful sleep,
my lovely kindness,
my truthfulness,
my virginity,
my future.
I withhold no religion,
no god,
no principle,
no law.
I am just a foreigner in your land,
an outcast in your mansion,
a slave in your chambers,
your prostitute.
I am stripped of myself
when your eyes pierce my soul,
staring down my confidence and composure.
I am weak when you hold me.
Nicholas...
heal me.
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Julius Mungai
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