by Athi Nondzaba
Tears streaming down her face imitating a waterfall
There's nothing left to fight for, she gave it her all
Dreams of a love that tasted like candy, ever so sweet
Memories of his love, so bittersweet
Behind a closed door, she mourns a death that is yet to come
Every night she drinks just to make herself numb
It hurts too much to think so she finds solace in the drugs
Sometimes she smells his perfume left on her sweater from all the hugs
"Why won't he love me?", she wonders.
But how can he when she doesn't love herself?
"Why didn't he stay?"
How could he when she herself wanted to leave.