The same strength you love, you hate.
Emotions like magma
Love pure, lust unequal.
Beautiful heart, evil mind.
Your beauty is not perfect, tainted with rage.
There must be enough space, in another's stage of attention, to habituate your love.
Such attention just enough to show your love.
I would walk because I can't host your rage,
The rage of your love.
I am flawed.
I am incapable.
Not strong enough to host your smile and soul.
Go somewhere else and shine.
Shine and don't burn out.
And even if you must, burn out with a man the wax of love as yours.
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© Paulinus Ikeorah 2017
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