I never liked biology.
Not because it was boring.
It was fascinating.
But everyday I was reminded
that I am nothing more than
layered tissue.
And I have so little control
over how wide my eyes open
My thoughts are nothing more than microscopic zaps
criss-crossing tirelessly around in my head
I can't stop
hearing and
seeing and
feeling
and
I'll never
see my own heart.
I liked it better
when life was magical.

My fingers are just
a concept.
My mind,
a theory.



(my skin:
papyrus)

I’m so tired of the superficial

Tired of the cliché  

So tired of the inconsequential repetition.



I was begging you to love me

I have always given you the best of me

But you thank me by stalling

Like the best of me wasn’t enough.



You can’t say a simple word

Just to gratify my heart in the end?



You say you’re finished with me.



Fine.



Either way I swear,

I salute to you.



Because there is this vast mountain to climb boys…

If you’re my guy…

Understand this…



I want an incomprehensible love.

I want you to not stare into my eyes, but my soul.

I want our hearts to be so loud.

I want my brain to go wild, spinning in circles.

I want you to love to hear my name escape your lips.

I want you to miss my voice inevitably.

I want you to hold my hand to never see me frown.

I want you to not be too shy to be grabby and needy,

Just softly hug your smile to mine when it all goes down.



You want to get away from it all?

Get away from the things I live?



Well if you yield to stop

You can forget to publish your mark.

See if I care.

I won’t okay your proclaims.



I will repudiate,

Discard,

Decline,

Refuse,

Jilt that very first day,

I’m not going to dedicate this poem to you.



All I wanted was to be wanted by you

But I was so Naïve,

Before I swore I’d miss you

But things change.



I thought you had helped me find

Who I was supposed to be

But time slows down and she’s all wrong.

I have taken a deep breath and say it’s not true.

See?

Again you confuse me.

So I appoint you a hail to get the hell out.



So I just tweaked my love list,



And I said no to you.



Keep acting cool

Around everyone else

They don’t know what a ***** you are,

Though I wish they did,

But life isn’t like that,

And I say no, no, no.



And I promise you,



You’ll never see me with someone like you again

What was I thinking falling in love with an older man?
No **** he broke my heart.
He's thirty-one.
I'm 18 and dumb.
This is not a poem,
just a lesson.

My dear,  do not fear
The bitter and sweet words you hear.
Do not fear to fall in love with Moet
Yes, Moet the wanderlust poet
For it is best to fall in love with poets
Who are never short of sweet words
Sweet words from the heart
And not from the throat.
Whoever says never fall in love with a poet is a liar
Because a poet is the best comforter and lover like me from Nigeria.

Do not let anybody tell you
That your Love is not real.
Do not let anybody say
That just because you make
Passionate Love everyday
Instead of laugh and play
Video games
That your Love is not valid.
Do not listen to those that
Criticize
Your Love language and
Alibis;
Their Love is not Your Love.
They have no right
To say that you two must never
Fight
In order to truly be in Love.
It does not matter
How many laughs you have had
Or kisses you have shared
In order to signify how much
You two truly care.
Love is not a
Dictionary definition.
And no two Loves
Are similar.
If you two have
Laughed together
Cried together
Smiled together
Held each other
Even fought with one another
And still
Through each of your
Highest points
And lowest points
You both fight to be together
Then that is Love.
If you both see
That together
You are worth it
Together you are Strong
Together you build each other up
Together you are One
And no one is getting hurt
Or taken advantage of
Then that is Love.
The rest
Are just beautiful and intricate
Details.
Do not let anybody
Try to tell you differently.