Stranger Than Fiction
When we carry calabash on our shoulders And our identities…
Loving you is not easy
Else, I would have stopped the count at 3
I miss not missing you.
Loving you isn’t sweet
Else I would have stopped at the letter C
But you are no vitamin, more like a deficiency.
Loving you is not ideal
It’s not for the fainthearted
And their is no pride in it
Not when it is bound to leave me heartless.
Sometimes I wonder what we are doing this for.
Are you here for my heart or my head?