Is it survival or cowardice?
Scared of being unloved,
She tries to unlove you?

Deeps scars,
Running away.

When your hearts,
beat to beat creates a melody,
Why does her liver, shiver?

Deep scars,
Running away.

She's a summer girl
So why run for cover
at the sight of your warm, glowing smile?

Deep scars,
Running away.

Fists clenched,
holding back a starving urge
to trace the pretty artwork on your brown skin.

Feels too deep
She's running away.

Blood on her hands,
She's dragging her gutted feelings,
backwards to a shallow grave.

FOR SHE SAID,

I'd rather
be causing the chaos than
laying at the sharp end of the knife.









© Vanessa Chioma Aghagbon