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Sometimes, love takes all your strength. Drains you.
And other times, Love gives you strength. Strengthens you.
© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
Life is a bed of roses and butterflies.
Beautiful roses and colorful butterflies,
But it’s all a facade.
I held a beautiful rose,
But its thorn is boring into my flesh.
A beautiful butterfly on my farm,
But it left a thousand caterpillars behind.
I thought I had it all;
But the consequences are killing me.
Like a beautiful suit of armor in water,
I’m drowning in a beautiful regalia.
I’m dying,
We’re dying,
But that’s just life.
© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
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Multifold.
I wanted a smart girl,
And a beautiful one,
And an enterprising girl.
And another lady,
Who’d be the religious one.
I want this lady,
And another one.
Till I met you,
And everything changed.
Now, I want just you.
You’re the smart one,
And you’re beautiful, and religious,
And enterprising, and I love you.
© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
Goodness gracious;
Is this how love feels?
Almighty Lord!
Is this what life means?
Dearest Sunshine!
I’ll always love you.
Being with you is always exciting,
Like riding the waves,
Without fear of sharks;
Or drowning
Nor poisonous jellyfish.
Being with you is exhilarating,
Like bungee jumping, or skydiving,
Without fear of heights or falling;
Or unexpected winds
Nor sudden death.
Being with you is forever new,
Like a toddler learning to walk,
Or an invalid being valid again.
Either I’m with you,
Or I’m with you.
Those are the only options!
© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
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What is dead.
Since I’ve been matured enough to know right from wrong, the only emotions that speak to me are love and pain. No matter who I am with, no matter what situation I find myself, I am always in pain.
Physically, emotionally and psychologically, I am never free of pain. For a time, I used to think that it made me human. But the people devoid of pain are not less human.
I loved a girl with the whole of my life and it ended in tears. Hot tears. Premium pain. And because of her, I promised not to allow any human to hurt me. Not again. But that does not diminish the pain I’m carrying around in my heart.
I had an accident when I was a teenager and it changed my life forever. At least, it made sure my knees will never remain the same again. The pain is ever-present in my joints, bones, and muscles.
No matter who or what comes along, pain is expected to descend on me at one point or another. But I’ll never feel it. No one can hurt me again. Because what is dead may never die again.
© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
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Middle of the night
It’s the middle of the night,
And sleep is elusive;
I thought of a million things,
And you were all of it.
You. Just you.
© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
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Rain. Again
It’s raining outside,
Again.
Desolate. Isolated. Alone I am,
Again.
Buried under layers of wool,
Again.
I’m breathing fine, yet suffocating,
Again.
It’s cold outside,
Again.
I’m cold, deep inside, my heart.
Again.
I should be warm alright.
But I’m cold. So cold.
AGAIN
© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
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