“…you cannot truly love another until you know how to love yourself.”

one. two. three.

plucking, picking
like flowers withered in the middle of a baking summer a decade ago though. i love her.

i breezed through it
like the east wind;  learned of wabi-sabi   pottery   my vitreous face and body.
i learned to weave lacquer in my skin   play with broken chords in an opera and smile because i love her.

there’s this silence in the opera house because the audience want more but i can’t give perfect notes. besides
the chords aren’t broken  eyes are  and thoughts   break
it’s similar to ceramics. leave her alone, i love her.

i stare at the mirror, at who i used to be; touching places the human eyes refuse to see smiling at how i’ve fallen
for a special clay pot

my aesthetic self.

Published by Akubudike Deborah

a very determined writer (poet and lyricist), hoping to change the world positively with writing, public speaking, spoken word poetry, music (songwriting), dancing, and lots more. let's encourage each other and live the life we deserve ๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿ˜‡.

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