Broken And Breaking Poem by William Ndoyisile Somenze

It didn't take her to pull a trigger,
To let me know that she can be my heart's slayer,

Nor did it took her a shovel & a spade,
To dig me a grave & bury me alive,
Just for having to much love,
Too much love to give & show her,
& abit of too much to prove 'cause when she looked at me she saw what I lacked & not what I packed,

So
I endeared how deeply I love her,
Driven to cast off a simple 'I love you'
I used quite profound expressions as the ruler to measure,
How depth the roots of having layed my eyes on her impacted & ploughed a seed of affection within me,
Leaving me with an infection which she was the sole prescription & injection to heal me,

Now I'm like the melting ice with knuckles thumbing at the fridges' door,
Wailing that she let's me in,
But alas! the sun rays has caught me busking to its heat then it smolders & infernos me,
Liquidate my solids parts,
That all I end up being & becoming is a tear.

A tear to remind myself of what she made me,
A tear to remind myself of what didn't become,

They say 'happiness is a choice'
Well I choose her,
But to her I made the wrong choice; so it seemed,

Poof! There slips my dream girl abreast the grip of my tightened fists,
Not being her type & having to accept that her mind is obstinate,
Leaves me torn apart,
Becoming a rag of having loving her,
What else could go wrong,
To further keep me this frail,
Lord can't you turn my tongue into a magic wand so to change her mind?