By Mapula S. Lehong
Its repetition, repetition of the same song
The loud gong of words gone wrong
Echoes of pain in that last call.
I love you, I love you…I hate that I love you…
I hate that I keep calling
While thoughts juggle anger and frustration
Our words bloody like the chaos of thoughts
Vodka reeking lips spilling and spitting out slurs
Screaming out my feelings morphed into pain.
My love was lust, this love was dust!
Fuck you betrayed our trust!
And you spit back a
Fuck you too!
I hate you, I hate you!
I hate that I love you.
I cry my last tears to your deaf ears
I hold out my voice like a white flag
The air of silence breaks your response
I cock the last of my vengeance
With lies biting truths bloody pain rains
And when it rains, it pours
Soaks up my body like a brutal death
Rage in my voice, mind drunk with pain
I’m scathed by the sip of love
That now leaves me parched
You are a desert now
Your voice sounding stranger and less familiar
More strange than the breath of our last kiss
Our last I miss you, our last I love you.
My voice an ulcer into the pit of your stomach
Killing beauty of love; the beauty of memories.
You hang up…
I cry rivers to drown sorrows
You cut my chord without a thought
I cry rivers to drown the truth
While I repeat shameful stutters pleading with you
…I.. I.. I… love you…I…I…I love you…don’t go
Please don’t leave me