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Melissa Mhluzi Jun 2015
All I wanted was fidelity
You used to be my significant other
I used to be your object of affection
What happened to what you had for me?
Was I not worthy for you anymore?
Was I not appealing to you no more?
Was I not in your league anymore?
I used to know your heart at least I thought I did
I thought I knew what you wouldn't do to hurt me
but I guess I was fooling myself
Was she more of what you wanted ?
I mean the lady you're with
Is she what you've been longing for?
What made you love her while loving me?
Is that even possible ?
How can you love the both of us?
Knowing how profound I am of you
Where did you get the nerve to double cross me?
The thought of you doubling crossing me is a constant reminder of what love is, a back stabber
It stabbed me where no naked eye can see
Stabbed me to death
I keep bleeding in this death
It caught me off guard while I busy trapped In my orchestrated fantasy
All I wanted was you to be committed in loving me back
love is a back stabber at times
Melissa Mhluzi Jun 2015
I am lost in my own thoughts
Lost in my own imagination
Lost in my world
Life seems to pass me by
for I gallivant in the bushes, searching
soul searching
I fail to find the I in me
There  are many I's in me that I can not recognise the real I
Rituals ,customs,ceremonies
I still can not find myself
I think I forgot myself when I was adopting
the I's I met along the way
It was so easy to pick up them
Was it because I never knew the real I in me ?
Was it because I detested the I, I saw in the mirror ?
Was it because I never had the I in me ?
I am a lot of people in me
Every mirror shows a different reflection of me
I feel clouded
Who am I?
I am in danger of not knowing which I in me is me
Who am I?
I am lost in my own territory
love and appreciate yourself before you lose the inner you because of trying to be what you are not
Melissa Mhluzi May 2015
I feel despair, desolate, despondent
You have diametrically detached me from my roots
It is because of the pain and the sorrow you bring that I"m destitute
Gunshots, accidents, ambulance sirens and police sirens are becoming
painful music unto my bleeding ears and they remind me that you're still there
Our journey to heaven has good intentions yet I detest how you force my brothers and sisters to abdicate what they are destined for
We embark on blood-print streets with eyes full of non-committal attitude because fear and hatred that seem to follow our shadow
Waking up is like a nightmare itself for we always wake up to dig six feet tall, spades and tents are our weekly bread
We live our lives with the hate of your existence and I detest how you defend yourself based on the doings of Adam and Eve
I am tired of your diabolical actions that have cost the nation
It is because of you that I am destitute
#DEATH
Melissa Mhluzi May 2015
Songs of joy
Songs of joy caused by he who made my eyes, ears and teeth glow  like morning sunshine.
He who spoke like a controlled speaker, said the things my ears and heart longed for and because of that I secretly closed the door for disappointment.
You broke the transparent glass I bought for you
All you can do know is to pick up the pieces
Pick them slowly, for it aches
I swallow broken classes in this nightmare
Wake me up, would you wake me up please?
Tell me you'd never do that to I
Buy me time machine so I can go back and secretly open the door
and this I promise I would not cry
This time I promise I will handle the surprise with brains
No, I wont share salted water for you.
Can you do that for me ?
I am sure you can right?
Fine brother.

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