The Wrath of his Doubt

When mad at me, he goes quiet like a cemetery

When suspicious of me, the night will surely be a cold one like the seashore in the dead of the night

When I serve him the truth, he gets angry like a mother bear threatened

How do I deal with this one?

 

He will sulk, ignore everything that is connected with me

Look at me with disdain

He will keep his distance both day and night

And when nature demands

He expects me to embrace him like he has been human to me all along

Like I don’t have feelings

Like I have been blind to his attitude

How does my blood warm up to him?

 

He thinks I am any woman

He takes me to be a trouble maker

He is pushing me away slowly

With all the cold treatment

And one day, I will let up

And guess what, the world will blame me

But I will have my uninterrupted peace

 

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Through the eyes of AYENYO Joanita 

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