Sour Love Poem by Pita Nuba

Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief
I saw you briefly but I saw you leave
Without joy or beauty or hope
I knew I'll be the only one you know

My face so withered I hated a mirror
Life so tiring I want nothing, not love
And here you are, beggar man
Nothing fanciful about you, I looked and you ran

Rich man you use to be
Proud and haughty like a bee
I fell once for you thief
But I won't let you steal nothing from this garden, not a leaf

I'm young but you have taught me better
Pains and misery you heaped on my bread not butter
Today is the day you hate me oh lover
You were the only thing on my mind yester
Cry I did for you to come back today not later
All I heard was Alicia and then I heard Olivia

My name you scorned with hate
My dates you came but always late
I'll have my revenge and soon
You will hate me soon

All your kind will never laugh at another...
All my kind I'll send this letter
We only wanted to love you
And at the end, you were not better too...