How I Lost The Love of My Life

At age 8, I had my first kiss.
Courtesy of Uche my cousin who lived with us
Or was it Ben, our next-door neighbor?
I really can’t remember.
For by 12, I had done already done it.

Not willingly but under duress
For uncle Philip said I must, or else…

The pain and trauma though too hard,
I buried it, convinced it wasn’t so bad.
But then at 19, it happened again
This time by the one who said `Amen’
That was the last straw.

For after that, I swore off men
They were but beasts looking for who to maim.

I kept my vow, believe me, I did.
For seven blissful years, it was sealed with a lid
But on one cool morning, into my life, he sashayed
Looking like a fresh wine just recently brewed.
I needed no telling; I was in deep trouble.

And though I fought it, I was bound to lose,
For he was too sweet, everything I would choose.

Our love was beautiful,
It was the symbol of heaven so full.
But when I thought it would last forever,
Up arose those ghosts who were no stranger,
Ghosts who deleted the word TRUST from my dictionary.

Like a desperate soldier, I fought `em
And though it took some time, I won them.

Or so I thought.
For when I saw him at the mall last night
Locked in the arms of another unknown
I attacked, blinded by that rage now called my own.
For alas, he was no different than the others.

But like the fog, cleared by the emerging sun
Away swept my fury and back came my senses spun.

For the lady painted by rage as the side chick
Turned out to be his cousin Dominic.
As always, I apologized for my fury so queer
But this time, it fell on deaf ears.
`I’ve had it with you’ were his last words.

It’s been 3 painful months, so gruff
Please bring back my love……..