Evening Primrose Poem by Hafsat Yunus Ilham

Evening Primrose



EVENING PRIMROSE
My happy days are gone.
Gave him my all and now he's gone.
Not angry but I am in pain.
I wished him as a companion.
Little had I known.
For him it was a mere retribution.
A retribution of his passion.

Amidst a busy swarm.
I first saw him.
Dressed so elegant and tony.
Dark and spunky.
Like an African royalty.
Tall and muscular.
Like a southern Magnolia.

Falling in love.
With him is out of this world.
Unplanned and unprecedented.
Felt happiest and luckiest.
Smiling all earnest and innocent.
Trying and impressing my knight.
Every minute.

Yes I despise farewells.
But I can use it this once.
May I get to know my lapse.
Disappearing like he never took place.
Make my heart bleeds.
Love must be a weakness.
For it has brought me to my knees.

Still love him even when I hate him.
I need to accept it to overcome.
Maybe I am not capable of love.
Maybe I am not worthy of love.
For that I cannot blame him.
He only made me definite.
Of what I really want.

Made me believe I was insatiable and wild.
I understand now it's only my standard.
That is a little above mode.
And he was a coward.
Not able to please me but tame me.
And I am not settling for less.
I call it self-worth and him a loser.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A poem about betrayed love, played on purpose to break and tame.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kamarudeen Mustapha 06 August 2022

A brave confessional poem. He's obviously not good enough for you!

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Hafsat Yunus Ilham 07 August 2022

You bet! Thank you.

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