Biyaya YOHANNA Poems

The way you love me is different.
Different from what I thought love was, or what I had come to know it to be.

You care about the wounds no one else sees.
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Learning detachment is one of the greatest gifts you can give yourself.
In the world we live in, many people are so consumed with themselves that they rarely consider how their actions affect others.
People hurt people.
People betray people.
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What do you do when the one you love doesn't want to be with you?
I mean... they are kind to you.
They respect you.
They show you just enough affection to make you believe there could be something more.
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Grief...
It's the weight that settles deep within your chest,
so heavy that even breathing feels different.
A feeling no words can truly explain.
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Oh Death!

The knock on the door
that everyone dreads,
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They say colleagues at work are not your friends.

But in you,
I found a friend
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The first man I ever saw and loved.

The man who traded long hours at work
for the comfort of his family.
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Thinking...
is something I cannot help but do every single day.
My mind is like a machine that never powers down.
Always working.
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Everyone has a motive, whether good or bad.

Sometimes, evil intentions hide behind good deeds, wearing kindness
like a borrowed face, so the world will applaud them, while behind closed doors,
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It is not the way you look at me.

It is the way you see me.
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