POEM: DARK AND TWISTED KIND OF LOVE

She KILLED ME just so she could revive me
I told her I'm a raging storm,
She said she could survive me

I grabbed her and threw her against the wall
She came back and hit me like a racking ball
I am a man; I got up and stood tall
She looked into my eyes and said she's been through it all

I am an immovable object
She is an unstoppable force
I dominate her as a subject
She infiltrates me like a Trojan horse

I hold her head under water to see how long it would take for her to drown
She doesn't struggle but plots how she will get back her crown
I think I am winning but then she hits me with a hammer; I lay on the ground
She looks at me and says men don't cry; don't make a sound

I contemplate my revenge against her
She approaches me from the back; after that it's a blur
I wonder what has she done to me
She whispers in my ear "your near death looked lovely"

I smile as I regain consciousness
She smiles but exhibits cautiousness
I wonder if she hears my thoughts
She looks at me and gives two nods

I now see she's in my head
She's killing me from within
I realised this is the thing I dread
She sits there looking as calm as she's ever been…

Author: Solomon Maoba (Hive account@solomonsel)