I can see it all;
The gestures,
The body languages,
The sneering piercing through my skin,
The unhappy face,
The disgusting look you give me,
I can see and sense them all.

But then,
Why do you choose not to treat me right,
When I treat you more than right.
Why do you choose to extirpate the heart I gave you,
And chose to leave me in the desert,
Dying for your love.

Why did you lead me on and turned your back.
Why did you take hold of me so much,
That I can't seems to get over you,
Even when you gave me all the gestures and told me you are done,
And our ship has capsized.
I still can't seems to get over you.

But then,
Who am I to blame?
Definitely not you,
But me for loving you this much,
Even when you have become so cold,
And I can't seems to find solace in your clasp.

© Asiat Adeleke