adios / my longest poem

you are the last one of your kind

 

 

you are the last one of your kind

who will torment me

who will hurt me

who will give me only crumbs of love

that falls from the high table of your heart

whiles you feast on all i have but gave

you are the last one of your kind

who will come in

all dressed with smiles and cuteness

wanting to know me

eager to understand me

how i am moulded

how i formed

you are the last one of your kind

who will see me

my flaws

my vulnerability

my shame

who will hear

my story

my past

my fears

you are the last of your kind

who i will let have my number

call thrice a day

ask if i have eaten in the morning

ask how work is going on in the afternoon

ask when i am sleeping in the night

you are the last of your kind

who will text me early in the morning

use words like dear, babe, darling, honey

you are the last one your kind

who will give me pet names

like rainbow and turquoise

and make me forget my real name

you are the last of your kind

who will merit this opportunity

to drop a call from my mother

hang on my best friend

ignore simple dates

close a book

just to gather all the time in this world to

talk to you

and hear you

as you whisper things into my ears

you are the last of your kind

who will buy me a gift

i will struggle to put on

because i am afraid

i am going to hurt you

if i tell you pink is “every”

woman’s colour but not mine

you are the last of your kind

who will know my password

my bank account details

my last transaction

my menstrual cycle

days i am ovulating

days estrogens are high

and progesterones are low

days i am cramping

the quantity of blood i am shedding

the intensity of pain i am bearing

you are the last of your kind

who i will let into my home

cook for you

sleep on my bed

tell your stories

make you laugh

read you poems

 

you are the last of your kind

who will inquire of my dreams

my visions and aspirations

but with no intentions

to believe me

accept me

encourage me

motivates me

cheer me

 

you are the last of your kind

who will raise my hopes

and drop it dead

 

you are the last of your kind

i almost gave up all my dreams for you

i almost had a permanent tattoo inscribed

on my mind that i wasn’t good enough

not worthy of a healthy love

not worthy to be sacrificed for

not worthy to be saved

not worthy of grace

not worthy of healing

you are the last of your kind

how i wish you were another

somebody

other than my own self

how pathetic

but i should be worried

especially now

two women have

come to  live here

one is the last of her kind

 

 

 

All people feel some degree of stress in their life at one time or another, but an emotional breakdown is different.

When pressure begins to overwhelm an individual to the point where her professional or personal well-being is compromised, symptoms of a nervous breakdown may become apparent.

https://www.everydayhealth.com/emotional-health/recognizing-emotional-breakdown/

 

 

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