And when I’m asked why I continued
Why I kept sinking in the hurt and pain
Why I knew it wouldn’t work but kept on
Why I exhausted myself and gave it all,
I smile with a drop of tears from my eyes
And the words aren’t just far fetched
She was juice on days she should
And in some days,she was wine
On some, she was water.
I simply felt at peace
And like Samson, I felt at home on her laps
On the laps of my own judas.
And even when she became poison
And I knew it perfectly,
I made excuses on her behalf.
Maybe there was poison in me she was trying to poison
She was simply looking out for me,
I convinced myself
She’s my nemesis,she’s my poison,
She’s my weakness, she’s my Delilah.
No responses yet