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Personal Poems About Love & Heart Break 6   Hello. Feeling taciturn.   This is the last poem on this theme for now. 🙂. They'll be more on Fridays, on other stuff. You're here for the poem, yeah? Here it is: THREAD "Love is a hung picture  thrown down by a nail that rejects it." I explained, heart broken, to my friend. Did the nail reject it? Is the nail capable of rejecting it? Black, shiny, strong, beyond doubt strong, hammered into the existence of anchor, this nail was meant  to hold us together in our own hand-painted picture. We wanted to hang our love on Love. We did it, held up for three years and some. Three years of dusting, cleaning, getting new frames, adding colors, drab colors; brilliant, beautiful colors; quiet, earthy colors. They were three years of striking love and firewood smoke. Death: our picture did not just fall, It fell and broke. And it wasn't even th...

Personal Poems About Love & Heart Break 5     It is Tuesday in Nigeria right now. For me, it is the day after my eighteenth birthday. 😈, 😋.     Just realizing I'm a grown ass person and should start thinking seriously about my life (which is code for 'how to fend for myself and add value.')    Was bothered by someone's silence. Expected more, MORE . . . but was disappointed and it got nasty in my feelings.    Got better because I reminded myself that no one is perfect (except me, on my good days 😁.) and also that grown ass people should not feel entitled to anyone's love. After  the bitterness and anger had passed, I had this : TASTES LIKE SKIN.     I didn't want to bite, don't like to feel guilt suffocate me  after  I relish the blood I drew from you. Guilt,  damp cloth over my nose, BREATHE. cricket-like chirps in the ears, STOP!!!... pls... Tosses  sleep to ...