Memoirs of my boulevard

He was introduced to us as a friend, A vision of how he has truly been my best friend With his drink in one hand he casually spoke to me As we chatted about the night life In a moment, we spoke more than we had in years The night began to be the first of many glorious With every glass we shared, with laughter and kisses Jealousy looks and over protectiveness Inseparable and entangled in the love we share As we sing away... " ....met this girl on Saturday, took her for a drink  on Saturday....we were making love on Saturday,  chilling on Sunday.... " Our own 7 days folded in 48hrs.... And now 48hrs has been years of narrating....about 7 days and Zambezi  

As i dance the night away Tipsy on shots of Jack Daniels My mind is on you... They mentioned this place For a moment i never thought it existed But my heart knew we would be here, I did not realise I would be here without you I loved you once and surely I can love you again What could you be doing now my love? As i dance the night away...weeks after realizing I have been left in the cold Omunye phez’komunye....I dance away to the music I cant help but wonder what you could be dancing to As you probably be listening away to a bottle of Zambezi, Could you by any chance be listening to what I am listening to? Time after time I wonder... I must have seen you just now leaving with her... I know what your evening is like, Could it be sex booze and music? Please do not play my lady jam with her Remember those elastics you bought and said they were for us As we make love to FIA And here i am dancing the night away, With my thoughts running around... I am here thinking if it could have been dif...

I stop for a moment, holding my phone in my palm I scroll through my contact list, i see your name Still saved the same way i had the day i fell in love with you I just want to check up on you...but how can i invade your space? The same space you requested for I love you too much not to know how you are A tear falls on my face as i can't bear this pain of not having you For a moment my life was in order, Never had i have a clear vision of my life when you walked in Now i feel so lost, As i wait for you to come back to me again How can i close this gap that you have created? A monster in me has been awakened, As i desperately try to find a way to mend this broken heart I stop for a moment, holding my phone in my palm I scroll through my contact list, i see your name Still saved the same way i had the day i fell in love with you I want to call you to tell you how my day was I want to call you just to hear your voice again Now i feel so lost, As i wait for you to come back to me again...

They say i am too complicated to understand God knows I cannot even understand myself I have 206 bones in my body and yet i do not understand the physical nature of me How am i then even supposed to understand the complexity of what i cannot see I have spent more years than i can remember trying to understand what makes the emotional being I cannot understand how i feel i do not understand what i love I have embraced my complex nature And yet still its not enough for the world to do the same for me I am not seeking to be understood and yet they try to understand me I am seeking to be loved with my complex nature And yet my complex nature has become my enemy

I lay in my bed and think about you I love you so much I don't know what to do I feel your warmth at my side The pain in my heart moves to my eyes I await the times when we can talk, I await the times we can finally hold hands and walk To feel you for real... so close to me Yet not even this age of social media can replace the feeling of being in your arms There are still no words I can say to describe My heart it aches and my eyes they cry But when we talk my heart flies you always wipe away the tears I cry. Even though you aren't here And I miss you so much my dear I can only count the hours until I am with you again...  

I love how i feel when i am with you...is it wishful thinking that a woman can feel this way forever or say it without being thought as forward...is it wishful thinking that everyday could be like this and not feel anything less than this... Is it possible not to get enough of someone? Or people change after a mile...then you wonder what happened... "It's unfair on yourself and other people sometimes", he said... There is more to love and more to see My heart has jumped out of me and i can see it running with excitement A sugar rush from a candy floss unexpectedly consumed with love I love how i feel when i am with you...Is this what love really is...

What can woman do besides waiting She waits 9 months to be born She waits to grow and blossom Being matches against men of here time And yet she still out matches them in reality Society down plays her, religion sees her as weak She looks at the man of her age She sees them as ants As she knows the vision, strength and ability She see the pain in the eyes of her fellow beings She carries the burdens of her world And yet she is cursed with waiting As she waits to be united with the body from which she was taken from Always tired as she sees herself as the rib She is lost in oblivion as she waits She loses herself as the patience wears out Settling is her pause, as she hears the faint tick of her clock What could she have done besides waiting?