Someone calls you love,

Yet I find myself alone trying to stitch the broken pieces that love ripped away,

I wish you came with a warning sign like those of wine bottles

Then I would’ve known how long to indulge myself in your presence.

When I heard I was not his first

My mind reminded me of stained panties

That washed away but an HIV virus that stuck like glue.

Someone’s love is beautiful,

Still I haven’t mastered the art of saying your name without

Fear parading itself as tears with a mask mocking my existence

For it is I that had to bury your seed in an unnamed grave

When you forcibly turned my screams into invitations

As you tore my flesh and shared my innocence.

Someone’s love is gentle,

Yet my body can still trace your fingerprints leading to my pelvic

Reminding me that damaged goods can never bear a miracle

Still I waited for your sorry on a silver platter.

Someone still thinks of You,

I still think of You

Wishing the boogeyman reflected your face

But your face resembled my own

That’s why I mistakenly called you brother.

The day you decided to turn my body into your pleasure playground

My screams became bullets

BANG!BANG!

I shot a man.

BANG! BANG!

He hit the ground.

Bang!

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Someone’s love is no more.