The next time,

Someone asks me about love,

I hope my heart does not turn into a fist

Words, like snowballs hitting on a naked skin 

Lumpy heartbeats chewing on time like popcorn 

Untying every thread that holds a peaceful heart

 

The next time,

Someone asks me about love

I hope they don’t realise I’ve lost a father

A beacon of hope with the wealthiest soul, a man

Who stooped to conquer the joys of this world

To gift to his children on the dinner table

Hearing the melodies of their heartbeats,

Was all what’s needed to fuel his happiness 

 

The next time,

Someone asks me about love

I hope they realise that love too,

Is a good with an expiry date 

A thing of torture 

A thing of price

A thing of joy

 

The next time ,

Someone asks me about love

I’ll say, I’ve been there before

Love has a texture that’ll make your skin age

It’s that deadly poison you drink with a smile

That blade that torments the fabrics of your mind

Still you stay, because you’ve broken enough bones

 

The next time,

Someone asks me about love, I’ll say

There’s a limit to what a heart can endure,

See, you can come out of love alive, but first

You must lose every string of your guitar 

Learn to sing yourself a lullaby,

And tell yourself “I am free now”

That’s how you break up on Love 

 

The next time

Someone asks me about love,

I’ll say, be careful 

Creep in on love 

And be careful.