Guest Post: Hurt Lovers

Posted on February 22, 2018

 
 Serve your tearstained cookies in a cracked plate With a pinch of vengeance 
The grapes in your vine are shrunk and sour but serve the wine all the same in those crooked chalices that mirror us as we are 

Your face is a Hall of Fame where cuts and bruises are on display
Like cracked China held together by a strand of hope

Every contact with his kind makes your old wounds drip fresh blood, I too have bled before so I know the cure
Your room is a graveyard where silence is the only thing that speaks 
You die every night only to wake up lifeless in the morning

For hurt lovers
Memories are darts driven deep into the heart causing it writhe and wriggle 
Promises are poisoned sweets taken without caution until it destroys its host
Love is a virus that sores the mind til it’s ravaged beyond redemption 

      Written by :  Daodu,  Deji Cornelius 2018.