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Layers of healing

My darling,
You’ve peeled out 99 layers of the hurt
I hope the next layer,
The 100th layer you are about to take off
Reveals forgiveness
A thick layer of forgiveness
With healthy muscles from healing
No wounds, No bleeding
It’s time to see you covered in healing
It’s time for you to wear forgiveness

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Infilling

Later,
I did not ask you to stay
I only asked you
To be kind as you walk away
I’m glad you didn’t listen
Or rather, I realised
I did not need your kindness
When I am filled with kindness
The kindness needed to breathe
The kindness that was already there
The kindness needed to survive
Not at any one’s mercy
Especially,
Not at your mercy.
Bye, love.

My fiancé is a poet

His heart drips metaphors 
that only I could understand 
He leaves commas and fullstops in the right places of my soul
during our conversation of varying lengths
and the beautiful wall of silence he builds 
when words fail him
with a door only me can walk through
understanding what he means
He loves me in symbols 
His prayer is one that goes through heaven’s doors
Asking the Lord to preserve me for him
His innocent touch is symbolic of him telling me to stay
asking me to trust him with the littlest and the most
His smile and laughter is a prose that draws my attention to the needful
one that assures me of the ease felt when loving well and genuinely

His stare is a symbolism screaming 
I’ve got you and when he says I love you, 
It is heavy and not light
A suitcase to be unpacked

Then the imagery he draws each time he stands by my side 
towering over me and hugging me till I wilt and reform
reminds me of a love I thought I had jeorpadissed long ago
My fiancé is a poet 
He has placed several rings on my finger
without placing a ring on my finger 
Then he has placed one ring all over me
Saying would you be mine forever on this side of eternity
with the loveliest of diamonds marking his promises
*If my 
fiancé becomes a poet*

Empathy

I found myself empathising
as I laid eyes on you again.
It doesn’t look like life
has been treating you kind.
Truth be told,
you look sickly.
You don’t look like you use to.
You look like hunger
has diminished your flesh.
You are now all bones
and look quite unkept.
What have you done to yourself
or maybe this is the fruit
of all you sowed ?
Nonetheless,
You still deserve my empathy
Please hold on to it.

Awareness

She asked her worth
but she knew your answer
would not change
how she sees herself
She needed to be sure that
you knew what jewel you had
and how priceless the person
that stood before you is.
She needed to make sure
your mind was in the right place
She hoped you hadn’t lost your mind
and sense of reasoning and awareness