parts of me

PT. 1

words, that hurt, words, provoke. insist. open flood gates and instill a weight, that seeps, dwells, sits & hide at the back of holding on tight to a nerve. ready to tug. but how do you put so much pain on paper. how does the ink dry, or the paper withstand the lead of this pencil when soaked right thru from the back & front of this book. with tears. tears that not only represent learning, but embody depth similar to oceans, rivers & lakes that separate us, even as we hold hands. PT.2 how do you say I'm sorry, again? forgive me just like before. run with me in this fearful existence. how do i whisper softly over this noise sensually, easily. in how many languages exactly could i tell you i've been thinking 'bout you? how with sentiments do i explain to you why i watch you sleep? i must admit, its not too much that i complain about, but too little.

Gino Obuseng