It was dark that night.
I thought you might
Want to have me
In your sights.
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But you decided (again)
To have a
‘slight change of plans’, and
We had a fight.
I took flight.
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Despite your weak entreaties,
I took delight
In the solitude of one, once again denied.
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It was dark that night.
And to my horror,
The tears I cried
Gave away my plight:
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Loving someone
Who doesn’t love you right
Is like holding on
To a statue
Made from broken glass
With all of your might.
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Written by
Ivie M. Eke 2019.
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