Movies of moments spent with you
started playing in some old cinema,
the same one where I fell in love with movies,
the very one we had our first and last movie date,
and I was taken back.
Back to a time where I was happy.
I was forced to remember a time
when I was your idea of perfect,
a dream come true.
A time when I was your only,
your favourite.
I forced my eyes to look away,
but they refused.
They were glued to the past so painfully,
unwilling to return to now.
I forced my eyes to do away with the tears.
I refused to cry in front of you.
I refused to be vulnerable again.
I started to turn my head turned slightly,
trying to catch a glimpse of you,
trying to see the reaction on your face,
maybe you felt something...
And once more,
my eyes betrayed me.
I started to shed a few tears
as I began to realize
how sad you were
without the old me.
You missed the idea you had of me.
You lost your perfect boy,
as I gained myself back again.
YOU ARE READING
Black Butterfly
Poetrythis is a book filled with original poetry by Kamogelo Modirwa. This book describes the journey I went through to find myself again after the many internal battles I had to fight and the journey that I needed to go on before I could earn my wings...
