Love leave me, I know you well
You nothing but a blur gleam of reality
You are a slave to my conscience
A scented inhale of grief and misery
You nothing but a whore in a brothel
You are Worthless to my worth
Thoughts of you sicken me to the core
Now leave! Go curse another soul and leave mine untainted
You no longer welcomed here, gone are the days
Where I worshiped you amongst subconscious desires
Mused you as perfect
Submitting myself to you willingly
Obeying your pathetic fable rules
Chained by your expectations
To what virtue? A pebble soul
You nothing but a blackened curse
An embrace of the devils hand
Fiery amber to the heart
Feeding on pain, concealing on cries, love you evil
Leave who I am
Leave me
Leave.
By Solulele Imihla-Yethu Dlova
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