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Isheanopa Zvobgo Sep 2019
You found me dining with your demons.
I'd never meant to cheat on you.
You'd taken too long being timid
You'd gone to extra lengths to avoid me meeting your nearest and dearest.
You should have opened up to me,
Let me in.



His demons came to me.
They told me all the stories his lips didn't speak when they uttered "I Love you"
They told me heartbreaks that made me weep
and explained the ugly things in a way that rebirthed hem beautiful.
Surely, I  found myself running.
Running wild with his demons,
Hosting his imperfections without his consent.
Yes, I

We, them and I, became inseparable.
But till this day I believe;

The only thing uglier than the truth is my actions.
to be so bold as to elope, with his pretty little fears.
Sometimes we become demons to our nearest and dearest, accommodating their insecurities more than them.
Rezium May 2018
I'm questioning  me
To my understanding
To listen
To hear.
To comprehend.
The morality
Of reality.
Am I slipping through or am I phasing past?
Am I the first or just one of the last.
Together we fall, around sun and past the moon to our silence we withstand.


We aren't alone we stand United.
A force unbreakable
A veil inseparable
As you see
Broken we are
Stupid is we
No one said we were straight
We just contemplate
At our weight
At our fate
At out faith
Can we be
Can they change
From the error
Of our ways?



It's just us
No its them
They're the reason we can't think
You're the reason we can't trust
So who's to blame ?
Who's to claim?
The Shame
From their ways
That they claim
Was right
I can't change
Neither can they
Cause humans we are
We have all the flaws
No one was said to be the perfect
Not even in the eyes of God.
Sidetracked as this goes
This all goes with into one flow
The dead hideous
All hurendous , of course you can see
Are the out cast of this world
God I might hurl.
But the living is pure
They're as perfect as me
But why
Cause no ones as sane as the guy next to me
Cause they aren't as Holy as they seem to be
So dead as living and living as dead
Everyone's them
But the same in the end
This is where I (We) began and where I wrote.

— The End —