I'm sorry for always putting you second to other people's priorities
It breaks my heart to recall all those nights you cried yourself to sleep.
It wasn't out of desperation for men that you cut yourself…

I will always come home to you
I will always long for your warmth
I will always make you feel that more than your doubts and your faults, is a heart that beats for you only

My love poem

Slaughtered at the alter of love for you

I wonder would you ever bleed for me?

Butchered to grant you the feelings of affection, sliced by razors to feed you with adoration

Bled to the point of drainage

Want to travel the earth and fly to Mars with you,
Want to hold you in my arms and never let go,
Want to be your shield in darkest hours
Let me show you all shades of love

Not one bad or good experience can define the true meaning of Love. Some people fall for the wrong ones and falling in love isn't something that we can control. But even if you fell for the wrong person and you got pretty damaged, never give up on love. Love is beautiful with the right person.

He only loves me when I look good,
when I got my braids in a ponytail tight;
so he could pull on my hair
as if to say he has tamed me…

I can't help but wonder
If I cloud your thoughts too
Does your mind wander
To the possibility of me and you?

Do I ask for too much?

All I want is for you to ask how I'm doing,

For you to listen when I answer…

You see during my childhood, my parents ensured I watched fairy-tale movies and had books filled with magical stories of knights and beautiful princesses who were in dire need of saving. I don’t think they knew the effect of all these stories towards my love life. They have made me view relationships as something sacred, something beautiful to be shared with ONLY that person who loves you.

You are the poem,
I had the whole theme ready of, in the first three minutes.
You are the poem,
I can’t find the right words for, even in three years.

5% or maybe 95% of the time you desire to marry a queen or maybe a princess..
But in this context babe... I'm more of Anabelle 😏
I don't fancy dresses...heels and a walk in the park 😏
I'm more of a let's stay at home and order some pizza☺

How are you doing?
And the reply comes "I'm fine"
Doesn't really mean I'm okay,
I want you to look deep into my soul and tell me "Baby, it's not okay"
I want you to search my eyes till I can finally let it out.

Why'd you betray?
I'd given you all the reasons,
To go with me.
Why'd you choose that only reason,
to go on your own?

Why do people change their minds and priorities in no time? Maybe, in this era of modernisation, emotions have lost their charm, and exist as a word only. No one has time to scrutinize their bonds and give enough time to their beloveds.

I sit here alone in my crowded home. My dog by my side. Tears fighting to leave my eyes. Is it wrong what I feel? Am I pathetic? Should I have moved on?... Or better yet... realised that I haven't moved on?

Now I wake up to reality because all this happens in my head and it happens a lot. Sometimes, I don't even understand how I like a guy and I start a relationship with him and even date him for two years, but only in my head not in real life, and Mikhail hasn't even told me that he likes me yet o, imagine…

He was the pain that gave me strength
He was the rage that calmed me down
His arms that held me tight and smothered me were my safe haven…

Boy is preparing his well crafted hello, girl is pretending not to see him,
The anxiety is rising, how will she react, I wonder if she likes flowers,
will he say hello, will he like my art?
Right in the middle of their thoughts, a loud bang is heard…

Dear blind love,
The world doesn't have a face, yet it wears a mask. Not just A mask. The faceless world wears as many masks as it pleases, masquerading around as a lover today, a heartbreaker tomorrow; a saint today, a cynic tomorrow. A human rights activist today, condemning humans tomorrow. Is it not ironic? 

Because once upon a time, when all my stars were breaking down, a moon lightened up my sky. 
Once upon a time, when a selfish alien gave me a heartbreak, an angel taught me to fly.
Because when I lost all my reasons to fall in love anymore, he came from nowhere & settled my shattered world.

I was in an undefined relationship with him. We were not lovers, yet we loved each other. Time just changed everything. We became friends from neighbors. From friends to best friends, and more than friends, but less than lovers.  Now time has made us strangers.

There is something about a woman who wants you but doesn't need you. See, women like us don't force you to see our worth. We know our price. Every day, we rise!

The moon was full and bright. The stars glittered, with the cool night breeze making it a sensational night. Ofe uha and egusi aromas sifted through night. Mkpuluoma was nervous and excited - the long awaited Eke market day was here. Nnedi painted her legs with the popular uli, drawing beautiful patterns on her hands and legs respectively. Papa bought her coral beads. It was the day Iheoma was coming to perform the Igba Nkwu rituals, the pride of every woman.

I know at this point words don’t help because they can’t change anything but right now they’re all I have. So I’m writing to you in the hope that my words will take your pain away, and if it can’t, I hope it at least makes you forget – for a brief moment in time…