the friendship root.
my parents bore me in the darkness of the buganda tribe
in a mud hut short of life
because the straws that made up its roof withered like their love eventually would
i tell you
this
because
i deleted you.
from every part of myself that you ever touched
from every dream you ever delicately whispered into my ear
we became lost to each other
in the fleeting time
i
gravitated
to
you
i was wrong.
i wanted to believe that we were the same level of damned
desperate to believe that our rotten beginnings would be enough
to drown out the one sided forced interactions, crappy silences and uninvited smiles
this is what i know
of my mother and fathers life in love
of the things the human race mourns about... mourns for, and after
life is so long, you will not be the only one that i fall in love with
when we were young we always got into a relationship without much thought
but learnt to grieve deeply when it was lost
but we were better at hurting each childishly
