Poem: Love turned sour
Your love was the milk of my life
Nourishment for my happiness
Like cheese – sweetened, pure and tender
Honey to my tongue.
But all I drink now are stale memories
That sets my teeth on edge
Bleeding from biting into life’s hard vanity.
© 2010, poem by Tee Akindele
Reader Comments
The thing is, as individuals we have to be careful of the kind of power we give to the other person….”milk of my life…nourishment for my happiness”..
What happens when and if all this ends. Scary stuff. How do you love completely and still hold back a little just for your sanity? This got me thinking.
I’m gladdened by your observation Dear Tola, I’m also of the opinion that this kind of sentiments we attach to romantic relationships by itself overbears on the relationship and stresses it; worse, the partner is set up to fill a void that no human relationship was ever meant to fill not even a ‘better half’.