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Broken Wrist, Still Write

Why is it so easy to write when I’m writing about you?
Why do I love to imagine your very scent just so I can wrap my world around your aroma?
Why do I flash back to the times your smile tattooed itself on my heart?
Why is it that my wrist is breaking
And soul is aching while I write the truth about how loving you is so very wrong?
And why can’t I be right?
Why can’t the reasonings within the spaces between the frequencies of my brain waves be justified?
Why can’t I love you because you destroyed yourself,
Your heart,
     Your intellect,
           Just because of the detriment it would be to me only to restore yourself to revolve around me?
Why can’t I love you because you made me your Sun and molded yourself to be my moon,
Needing me for purpose,
Power,
Life?
Why can’t I love you because you so beautifully made love to my intellect and crept so mysteriously into my doubts,
And destroyed them in the most lovely of ways?
Why can’t I love you because you dreamt me up as a grand Nubian goddess and laid me down to sleep?
Why can’t I love you because you placed your strong, firm, chocolate hands between my thighs and made me a woman?
Why can’t I love you because you made me scream out the many passions of your undying love for me?
Why can’t I love you because the flow of my sacred water streamed out and onto where you keep your sanity,
How you continue to be mad for me?
Why can’t I love you because you buried your face within my garden and made it flourish?
Why can’t I love you just because feeling like a woman was nothing compared to feeling like that Nubian goddess in your dream,
Drinking my heavenly potion, transforming yourself into a king
Staying mighty and such but never as high as me
Can not I love you because you put me before all others?
Can not you love me because I was the only one that you could ever bring yourself to love?
Why can’t I love you because you told me you loved me,
 
        And I believed you?
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