You break me at every opportunity you get and I let you,
I feel drained, disrespected and unloved,
Am always left to collect the broken pieces,
Trying to stick them together for our sake, no my sake….
You don’t care and you are never remorseful,
What is wrong with me?

Am young, wrinkled, hopeless and self-destructive,
This energy I use could be put in good use,
But I can’t even sell an Avocado in this state,
“Drink more water for your skin”. They say.
“But it’s not my skin; it’s my heart”. I murmur….
I have fed on broccoli, spinach, marinated tofu and a glass of wine….but my heart…
What’s wrong with me?

Then you come back, your smile, your sweet words that confuse me,
No apologies, no explanations; the one, who my heart longs for,
I take you back with no expectations,
My face glows, my energy at its best and everyone thinks, I took gallons of water…
But yet again at night I can’t sleep, wondering how and when you will leave….
What is wrong with me?

Written By  Atara Atenya from Nairobi,Kenya.