In this poem, I explore the destructive cycle of modern-day relationships marked by infidelity, mistrust, and a lack of communication. While love may begin innocently, the actions we take can change its course dramatically and leave lasting damage.
I apologize, my dear. I know I tore your heart apart,
Like a once lush garden, now overgrown.
Wilted leaves whisper my regrets,
Your questions met with Eze Nnunu’s deceptive art —
The silence screamed: you should have listened.
Despite the warning bells that chimed in your head,
Still, you remained with love that wasn’t dead.
Scarred and abandoned, filled with silent dread,
A vicious cycle started, leaving you forever changed.
The heart you gave freely is now lost, fragmented,
Left betrayed, your trust is now cemented.
I stumbled in your trusting grace,
Overboard, your faith was carelessly rented.
In response, anger engulfs, clear in calls and texts,
Our Bonnie and Clyde tale is so complex, so vexing.
Moving on is hard; our love is perplexed,
Every memory of us leaves you utterly wrecked.
You’ve changed, yet on me rests the blame,
My name’s become a curse, an unwelcome flame.
Each utterance stirs a bitter game,
A drink, a futile bid to forget my name.
As you seek oblivion, a release in the night,
To lose control, to find the light.
Revenge rebounds, but it doesn’t feel right,
Still, wild impulses guide your fight.
Mirrors break, reflecting the raw hate,
In secrecy, your investigations take the weight.
My deeds, my life, under your contemplation,
In cycles of pain, love morphs into bait.
I’ve loathed the shadows, where once I played a role,
I can’t blame you if you choose to start.
We deserve to feel the pierce of the dart,
The cycle spins love’s painful art.
Did it not strike you, in our twirling dance,
Your DM’s match hers in this twisted world?
We used to dodge, our loyalties unrolled,
Now thirst traps set, and our shared pain unfolds.
Players take positions, readying for the game,
One misstep, and you carry the blame.
Broken promises, they leave a lasting stain,
Who are these strangers stoking the flame?
As suspicions rise, karma comes into play,
She’s not alone while you’re away.
You can’t complain; you’ve lost your say,
In this endless cycle, we both lose our way.
Knowing the pain, having felt the burn,
Bonnie and Clyde, to ashes, turn.
Too proud to admit, too stubborn to learn,
For these childish games, we yearn.
