Sold my soul for a sonnet
This time next year we should be lying on some sunny beaches in the Bahamas
Now look at me.
Seven years later and I cannot get to you
I can write a poem though
Look at all the shit I have been doing
Since we were teenagers
Breaks my heart to know I havent said “Happy Birthday” for seven years.
I lost my home and my fingers refused to grasp the pen
I do not know where I belong
Even whom I become
Or is it a mirage there too?
The mistakes I have made
Did you make them too
Or did you age with grace?
Did you get clean?
Now that word makes more sense
Than it did when we were beaming love
If you knew me now
Would think me unclean?
A look into the mirror
And I cant remember
Did your wings grow
Or are you still in your cocoon?
Do you still go quiet for days without saying whats wrong?
Do you still remember my poetry?
Or did the words go with the winds that have carried away your affection
Did you keep my letters
And open them in the middle of the night
Just to see if am still there?
Did you keep my photos
Or did they end up in a bin somewhere?
Do you remember how i called out your name?
You never did like when I said all three of them
They were an assurance
That it was you
When I said them
I believed there was a place in your heart for a poet like me
Were my muse
I dropped the ink on your skin
My poetry danced in your eyes
That’s why this space is not enough
Remember that day
When you held me close to your bosom
Chasing away the cold and rain
Yanking me from the storm
When the waves took us to that Island
Where It was only you and I
There sweet darling
You enchanted this poet
With melodies unknown to my stupid heart
There you took me away
From their prying stares and glares
For a moment, my teeth did not grit inside my mouth
That’s when i knew that scorpio’s heart
Belonged to this crazy poet