I met a girl, Yesterday
Love at first sight
She said she was not ready
And be loved in return.
If being ready is a word
Are we ever ready?
I'm convinced that she was scared
My friend asked me my favorite colour,
I said Red.
For the many times my heart has bled,
For the red flags I saw and ignored,
For loving unconditionally and being rejected,
For the many times I have been betrayed but still holding on,
For not giving up,
Red is Love.
Yesterday, I wrote a poem
And sent to her.
"Woow! this is so beautiful Ritchie
You are really talented
Keep it up"
I was angry. Mad at her.
I wanted to shout
" Those are my feelings for you b*tch!
Why don't you read between the lines and understand?! "
Yesterday my Mom called me,
" Happy Birthday Son"
I wish you blessings from above,
And a birthday full of love.
Streams of tears flew down my cheeks,
It was the first time she prayed for me publicly.