Magic

I was once the kid who believed on magic and birthday wishes.
I had no inhibitions, no fear.
If I felt it, I did it;
I was once the kid who could draw, write, skip, run, act, sing.
I was going to be an astronaut, a teacher, a doctor, a lawyer, an actress, a princess, an architect.
I was once the kid who stuck two hands in the birthday cake and tried to stuff them both in my mouth at the same time.

But then I grew up and I think, maybe, I can’t do all that,
I grew up and and I think I “have to choose” a profession
I grew up and started to think
I grew up and perfected the ‘art of pretence’
I grew up and I “Act now”
“Act” like I have some sense
“Act” like a grown up

These days, I carefully cut a slice of cake and eat with a fork
I’m a grown up now.

 


©Adeola Matemilola 2017

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I Love you, I Don’t.

Last night, I learnt two things about you.

One, I will always love you;
Even though you’ve broken me down again and again,
Stomped on my heart, used it as a Frisbee, throwing it and not caring where it lands or who catches it,
Acting like my heart was nothing,
Like my love meant nothing.

Two, you are selfish;
I gave you everything,
You gave me almost nothing,
Taking me for granted in every way possible but I couldn’t see it,
You twisted and turned me,
Your problems were our problems.
My problems were silly.

I loved you…You know I did.
Maybe it was too much,
Maybe my love was too strong,
Maybe you knew you didn’t deserve it.

I probably will always love you
but you no longer have that hold on me.

Actually, No.
I won’t always love you.
I no longer love you.

 


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Over?

You owned me, I won’t lie,
every bit of me was wrapped up in a little bit of you,
you called and I came,
you moved and I did,
like the puppet master, you held on to the strings almost carelessly,
you had cast a spell I’m not even sure you knew about,
but it doesn’t matter now,
It’s done.
The spell has been broken.
The strings are cut.
I’m free…

and some nights, I still dream about you.


©Adeola Matemilola 2015

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