If I Was Content With Feelings Poem by William Ndoyisile Somenze

Words spent as the currency,
to make her realize the worth of his love,
Because his feelings & reasoning failed to enable the transparency,
That his mouth endeared.

His expressed heightened levels of affection,
Gave her nothing but a blurry bloody vision,
That she took a sit & juried the possibilities of her being together with him from her previous vapid & buried relationships,
then her cognitive conclusions of their coexistence got determined by her bad experiences,

Pointing her fingers at his sexuality, that every being who possess genitals opposite to her,
Is nothing but a burglar to her glass heart,

Him, torn apart, from having painted the possibilities of his love for her being anything but unrequited,
Looked her in the eyes & said
'I understand you've been hurt, been through so much, & all that your heart is now is but shattered tiny pieces of glass on the floor, but I being a pauper that I am, because of your love, I beg you to give me a chance to help you be okay, find healing with me not without me'

She, having had petite faith in him,
Doubted that his love for her could help haste time find her medication to her wounds and close her scars,

'What hour is this so full of affliction' he asks,
As he witnesses his wishes laid upon a star,
Becoming nothing but an image whose beauty is marred.