We weren’t quite in love,
perhaps we were very close.
The starting line had us pegged as friends —
determined to finish as a couple.
You wanted loyalty.
I wanted stability.
I gave you both, but
you handed out lies.
You words were poetry
and so I listened intently.
Your lips did more than rattle off empty sounds,
but, I was competitive and proved
that mine could do better.
Images of a shattered future
once distributed sharp pangs
across my chest.
Now I struggle to grasp on to crumbling
pieces of our past.
No longer am I sinking
because of the cement blocks
you encased my feet in.
This isn’t goodbye.
Nor is it hello.
Closure is meaningless.
R.K
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I was born in Guyana (South America), and moved to Brooklyn, New York just shy of becoming a teenager. Though Brooklyn was my home for more than half of my life, my heart remained in Guyana. Talk about being torn in two!
I think I was bitten by the Wanderlust Bug at a young age. Too broke to travel, I read instead. And you know what they say about reading? (They say a lot of things so any quote you choose may work for this purpose). Due to an unhealthy obsession with books, I developed a passion for writing & telling stories. I like my writings most times.
Currently, I call Italy home. Whilst here in Europe, I hope to explore and write as much as I can. Please feel free to stick around for the journey -- or if you have something better to do perhaps bookmark me and return later?
Come for the photos, and stay for the words.
R.K
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