It is 3 a.m., and my mind is consumed of you
I’m thinking of those soft brown eyes that melt like honey in the sunlight
I wish I could see them in real life
See if they’d melt for me and lure me closer
See if they could make me fall any more in love with you
I dream of touching those brown curls
Running my hands through them like a seamstress admiring silk
I crave to trace the outline of your jawline with my fingers
Enticed as they memorize the rhythm of your skin
Maybe one day I’ll even get to stroke my nose up your neck
Breathing in your scent before marking your sweet honeydew lips as mine
But maybe is a lie
You seem to adore me if I’m reading you right
But not as a lover
How dare you still see me as a child
You think of another girl and fall asleep to a song that reminds you of her.
You even write poems about her and even love letters with tear stains
Betrayal, strikes the heart
Because if my love for you was measured by love letters, there would be no homes for humans or birds.
If my love for you was measured in tears, they would open the drains in the streets so people could walk on their feet
But I’ve found the peace to understand that this love is one-sided,
Only ‘we’ exist in my head
Perpetual Kahindo is a second-year Political Science major. Pk973548@wcupa.edu.