Poetry Play #43

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Samuel Oluwatobi Olatunji and Blest



I’ve loved and lost,

I’ve paid my dues.


I’ve known the cost of love

I have tasted its caress and cutlass


I’ve picked it up,

And dropped it with bruised hands


I have bled love

My fingers are too broken for me to count the number of heartbreaks


I’ve bled all hurts,

The bruises are healing


My scars are now stars on the brown sky of my body

I carry the beautiful badge of heartbreak


The scars remain but I heal so fast.

As fast as if I carry the gene of a werewolf



I heal myself like Deadpool

From the burnt I had in love’s fiery pool


The lesson is learnt.

It’s time to fight back


A broken glass can cut easily

It is time for me to cut back the fingers of the world


Time to slit their fingers.

Time to make them pay


To make them pay the wages of my broken heart

For I’ve been made a specialist in heartbreaking


Then I’ll take back what is mine.

I’ll feel the fluffy heart once again


And start all over again

Unbreaking the broken


Then I’ll become a real man,

Then I’ll be king!


NB: Poetry Play, a product of Artilogue in partnership with PenAStory, is a game in form of poetic dialogue for every poet on BBM. It is a game of two poets: one drops a line or more, and the other replies, flowing along until one of them gives up, or the poem gets too long. Every poem formed from this game will be published here (penastory.com) every Friday and Saturday. So poets, are you ready to play? If yes, contact Samuel via BBM: 7baa55ae

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About PenAStory

PenAStory is a group of young individuals with a passion for literature who have decided to come together to write under one platform. We seek to educate, inform as well as entertain our readers. Also, because we are targeting young literature lovers, we would like to touch on other interests of their lives hence the relationship category and because we all need a bit of motivation in our lives, we decided inspiration won't be so bad
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