LOVER AKNEW

From whence cometh the angelic clothing
…which adorns a new lover into charming?
And where does it vanish to in a somewhat utter knowing?
Whatever he was sowing
That is not what we’re reaping
Whatever I was watering and anticipating
…is not just what I am seeing
Whatever I was feeling
…oh so replaced with a regretting
So what was that daze that got me amazed
…and has landed me in this maze?

This spirit of deception into a warm reception
…is a conception into a birthing oh so disappointing
This foe of falling to a conning
…is a luring for a hurting oh so humiliating
This happy-ear-shutting
…to advices into many an I-told-you-so at your lowest
…is oh so heart-wrenching

God must have been bored
…when He corded love’s board
Because what is this nothing into something into nothing
…but memories so heartbreaking?
What is this fluttering into shocking into shutting
…to not drinking and not eating into no good sleeping?

Experience as a teacher is cruel
Cautioning and warnings as histories of a crashing are cruel
Loving as a deception is oh so cruel
Me in this position is a duel with a cruel reality
…so unkind
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 25, 2026.