It's happened before... (Love Poem By Grace Mahogany)

I said I didn’t mind it

I knew, I knew it

Girls like I, look for it,

And end up being hurt

Girls like I, we do not

Get there, we don’t

Evolve into trophy wives

Or steady girlfriends

No, not adornable weaklings!

Hm! Didn’t stop me!

I, wanted you, for me

felt it only natural that you, me

We……would……….could, just be,

Y’know, a perhaps-maybe

I could envision it all

How you’d shatter my wall

And I’d give you my all

…you’d let me………

Then let me, be me

But you chose to go.

Just like Jörgen,

Gratien,

Adé

Shema,

And

Hlatswayo.

Before you; they all came

And no blood do you share

But brothers you must be!

For you haven’t behaved any more

Than they….

SU-HUH-UCH a familiar way…..

I knew I had seen you

Only, it wasn’t you

Was it?.....You?

Oh my, such a Hypo I’ve become

Talkin’ ‘bout…never will I cage them

No, we’re all individuals, even THEM!

But, but, you see: it wasn’t MEEE!!

How could I see clearly?

My eyes with tears so blurry

And your silhouette the same height as Jörgen’s

Your voice so similar to Adé’s

Your smile as bright as Shema’s

Your touch oh so like bhut’ Hlatswayo’s!!

Never mind what was Gratien’s.

MXM.

My, my, my

Wait, I will try and look at it, I’ll use m’ head:

We chatted,

..... talked,

…and mused

….and carried….

…..On and on

Like it was oh so ON

words did you say…..never turned a 7 on your tongue

They came out running

Confident and promising

So assuring

….even appeared loving

*giggles* I like my rings in silver :-)

White with red are so there!

The shoes won’t make me taller,

And guess what, it’s a no-brainer

I will write my own vows…it’s befitting

Don’t you think?

Nxa!

Hold on though

……………………………

Did I not say, Did I not say….

You need not stay?

Whispers:…or was I too alluring in my way….?

Ok, but still, did I not say, did I not say…..

You need not love me?

Whispers:…or were my actions so inviting, so…….me?

Fine! I said though, I said, I said……

I am alright, alone…….I said….

I did……SSSssssaaaaay….

Truly, did I, did I not say

You have no obligation,

No condition

I said it! It should count: my opinion!

*sigh*

You did not listen

Wouldn’t listen

Couldn’……..

Possibly, take it in

So, full circle I’ve come

And I sit with words borne

From raised knob

To done lump

Spilt moan.

Thought to

Wording to

Rhyming to

Me speakin’ to

Me……of you gone,

me done

I write, and as I write

I say it’s in the past

And I won’t be downcast

Though I mourn so amply

I stay, giddy

Yé, giddy

So giddy

For the next, to be ready.

For, you see, though love-sore,

It HAS happened before.

Poem by Grace Mahogany