Skip to main content

ONE EYE




ONE EYE

I look up and I see your one eye.

You've always been an enigma to me, only coming out in moments like this.

I admire you, you enchant me with your veiny turquoise eye.

Your antennas brings a smile to my face.

Never have I seen such beauty in such monstrosity.

The longer I stare, the deeper you pull me in.

I don't know if I should find you comforting or I should run from you, I can't seem to decide.

I see the words I'd never get to say in your one eye.

I see the regret.

I see the pain.

The water ripples around me. I exhale, closing my eyes.

You want me to stay but I don't. 

I want to go with you, because only you have cared to join me in my darkest moments.

You could even say I love you.

One eye.

But you don't love me, it would seem.

You don't want me.

I see that now.

I look at the razor just sitting there at the edge of the tub.

What if I didn't give you a choice?

I feel your wings entrapping me as they flap.

You were leaving, leaving me like the rest of them.

But then I hear you say a word before you disappear.


'Live.'

°
°
°
°
°
°
°
So I hope you enjoyed it!! is 🤗❤️This also a piece about mental health. I'm sorry but there was supposed to be a picture, but I can't seem to be able to upload one for now. It shows how gory depression can be, but depression isn't pretty to begin with. I hope it spoke to you. Comment your thoughts below, how do you think we can curb depression?🤔

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

GOLD

I'm looking for gold. Barefoot and hungry I wandered through the forest. My hands brushed roughly against tree trunks and shrubs as I leaned against them for support. I was tired, it's been two days. But I'd made a promise, I wouldn't leave without my gold. I could feel goosebumps rising up my body as the cold air clung jealously to my skin. 'I've lost him,' I thought looking back. Good. No one was going to share in my gold. Gold was all I needed in this world. I heard shuffling in the bushes nearby. I gasped turning around, arms and legs battle ready. "Who's there?" I silently cursed myself for sounding so shaky. There was no response. I tensed up. 'My gold,' I thought, 'my precious gold.' As I took a step towards the overgrown bushes, my lungs in my throat, out of nowhere an arrow flew right past me, missing my head by a few inches. I gasped, eyes wide. I turned around and made a run for it....
6 comments
Read more

Happy Birthday 🎉

 A good friend of mine asked me to write something special for her. It's also her birthday today.🤗❤ This is for you dear.❤ . . . Why do we need birthdays?  Why do we need a day to remember that we are still alive? I think the question answers itself, no? We celebrate birthdays to appreciate the beauty of life. To remind someone that we're still here, still kicking, still hopeful, still thankful. It reminds us of age, that we are no longer kids, it reminds of responsibilities— nature's way of asking for our quota to the human race.  But if you didn't even give one dear, you existing is enough. On this special day, when you think about how far you've come, may you smile and rejoice, may you be thankful for the highs and lows and look forward to many more years ahead. Birthdays are great, because only the living celebrate life. Happy Birthday Ajibola. Continue to live graciously and prosper.🤗❤ . . . . Taiwolilly🌼
Post a Comment
Read more

Your Ghost

  I see you, in this moment. You're hurting, but even while in the rain, your pain isn't getting washed away. You have your back to me but I want you to look at me. I hold your hand, you stiffen. I turn you around. You're afraid because I'm making you feel. And you don't want to. I lock eyes with you and smile. I raise my hand to your cheek and I can't tell if the wetness is still the rain or now your tears. I dance in the rain and you watch me. I see a faint smile dusting the corner of your lips. I don't want your ghost, I just want you.
Post a Comment
Read more