Someone calls you love,
Yet I find myself alone trying to stitch the broken pieces that love ripped away,
I wish you came with a warning sign like those of wine bottles
Then I would’ve known how long to indulge myself in your presence.
When I heard I was not his first
My mind reminded me of stained *******
That washed away, but a virus that stuck like glue.

Someone’s love is beautiful,
Still I haven’t mastered the art of saying your name without
Fear parading itself as tears with a mask mocking my existence
For it is I that had to bury your seed in an unnamed grave
When you forcibly turned my screams into invitations
As you tore my flesh and shared my innocence.

Someone’s love is gentle,
Yet my body can still trace your fingerprints leading to my pelvic
Reminding me that damaged goods can never bear a miracle
Still I waited for your sorry on a silver platter.

Someone still thinks of You,
I still think of You
Wishing the boogeyman reflected your face
But your face resembled my own
That’s why I mistakenly called you brother.

The day you decided to turn my body into your pleasure playground
My screams became bullets
BANG!BANG!
I shot a man.
BANG! BANG!
He hit the ground.
Bang!
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Someone’s love is no more.