I stand above my bed
And examine the damage.
Blankets this way and that,
My pillow well placed
And sheets tangled up around themselves.
Guitar strings and piano chords
Making sounds that penetrate my ears.
I take in the rubble
And breathe deeply,
Filling my lungs with you.
What are you doing in my head?
What do you want from me?
I really thought I've moved on,
Sometimes I wish for a world without your kind,
Where boys and men exist,
Where I don't have to see she demons lurking in the depth of my ocean currents.
What am I supposed to say?
I know I think about you.
Night and day.
Please,get out of my mind,
Outta my head,
I don't want to fall in love.
I'd rather fall in the mud than fall In love.
#wahala dey...
#the story continues
#Mayor
#2017