By Shalom-Paul Onadipe
I feel my heart slitting into parts
these diverse emotional scars
not knowing where my heart lies,
I feel like a lost art!
not knowing who I want to
express my love to anymore
I feel like a total stranger
when it comes to love
somedays I'm an expert
other days I'm just a big bag of flaws.
I'm probably lying to myself
about being genuinely loved
because love is not accidental
love is dynamic
it comes and goes,
leaving stories which becomes memories,
memories which may turn to scars..
we are all slaves to love at one point
we try to please one and others
greedy and insatiable as we are
we all try to give a little extra when it comes to love
a strange feeling which has come to stay within us
of happiness complimenting pain and sorrow.
what is love without the pain and hurt?
too much love but no one to give it to
do we ever give enough?
© Shore-Nice,
February, 2022.
In this piece, the author asks crucial questions all through, none so much than at the end: do we ever give enough? Indeed, do we ever love enough?
Thank you, Paul.
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