Thinner thighs, flatter belly and a fairer skin.
Some create freckles while others amend it.
What is the definition of your kinda perfection?
Mine, hazel eyes; colours and shades of brown I had never seen before.
Eyes that gave me the desire to explore the universe for a new beginning.
I stood under the rain near your apartment,
waiting for you to protect me.
Disrespectful in love. Unapologetic and ardent of this intimacy with flares of lust in me.
Hurt and broke,
with a hole in my pocket and that of a broken heart.
I’ve heard them say, “Love is simple, lovers aren’t.”
I whispered to myself in French for the French kiss you gave me;
first and last.
Merci bébé.
I washed my hair.
I smelled myself and I realised,
1 was flawed.
The crow feet under my eyes were magnificent to make my face look like a pop art.
A few grey hair was the reason you said no to me?
We lived under the same sky,
saw the same moon yet she was perfection.
She was idolised.
What did she anticipate while she kept calling you and you refused to look at the phone,
rolling your tongue in my mouth?
Yet, she was perfection.
She was idolised.