BROKENHEARTED (episode 1)

By Ola Vincent Omotade

He promised me his future,
He promised me his dreams.
He promised to walk me down the aile
He told me he was gonna love me with his last blood
That he's gonna love me with his all.
I was already seeing myself all in his future
Oh.. poetry can't explain how much I was drunk in his love, staggering till the last moment

I told myself I will never love anyone again

But now
"he's gone"
I don't mean dead
no no .. he his still alive
opposite my valley of HOPE

I mean he is GONE like GONE
He left me for a reason , a reason not even worth it.
my hibiscus looks so terrible in his iris now, a flower he has once watered in his unguarded garden.

Now the thought of him and how much he promised to love me eternally kept me bound..

why did you loved him to earth when he smirked you with sweetened words of honey?
my friends asked.

Do not blame me
I was only loving and was drawn in the siege of Love
Should I say he never loved me?
Should I say he never meant all he said to me?
Or should I just say dey were all flirty words just to keep me for himself?
oh.!!! how much am broken
not just broken in heart.. but dissolved in thoughts.

This is a letter not just from a broken heart💔💔 but from a BROKEN TRUST!!!😔😫😩☹☹

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