Over.

I expected so much,

And received so little;

Nettle in place of roses,

Brittle kisses,

My peace was in pieces.

I rose from the slumber

Of one under

A love spell,

Of which blunders

Shook my heart to its core,

Like sudden thunder.

You moved close for an embrace;

I shuddered.

It’s over,

It’s over.

Written by

Ivie M. Eke 2023.

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