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That look in your eyes that completes the sentences your lips start,
that tells me I am accepted wholly and completely,

The feel of your hand grasping mine that whispers that whether things get better or not, I’ll always be safe.

And when you say “I got you baby girl, forever and always”… I know that I am home.

©Adeola Matemilola 2016

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Beneath I’m beautiful?

I’m not scared you won’t want me,
I’m scared I won’t be strong enough to accept you wanting me,
The feeling of letting go so completely, of believing that there is someone out there capable of loving me through all of my mess seems way too impossible.

I’ve worn this mask for so long,
It’s now not so much that I can’t take it off, it’s that I’m scared to.
Fear; that’s what drives me now, not that you’d know it by looking at me.
I hide it well.
I hide it behind my anger, I hide it beneath my laughter, I hide it within my room, I hide it in a bottle.

©Adeola Matemilola 2016

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Complicated Love

They say in a relationship, the power lies with the person who cares less,
But I wonder what the point of loving would be if you can’t fully show it,
What the joy in love would be, if you have to calculate and be constantly careful how much “love” you show at any time.
Remember when we were kids? It was all so easy, wasn’t it?
You liked someone, you shared your sweets with them, you didn’t like them, you didn’t share.
And when you love anybody, it was evident in every way.
When did it all get so complicated?
Why did it all get so complicated?
When did love become synomymous with fear?
Why doesn’t love go together equally with joy and freedom anymore?


©Adeola Matemilola 2015

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