make him wonder.

 

and when you hold your new lover,

when your breaths become the same,

your heartbeats in sync like a lyric,

and the you feel. your old love oozing. out of your pores

claw into your new lover.

may the venom of your old lover

the poison of his attachment.

be confused in the bond of your new lover.

may he wonder, if the devil is playing games with him.

 

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Belo M

Black & Conscious| Education Enthusiast|Feminist|Chimamanda's Day1 |Entertainer & Blogger |

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