The Anthology Of Breaking: You Don’t Love Me

You don’t love me

Maybe I make sense

Maybe I am convenient; I am certainly available

But you do not love me

And that’s ok

I am ok with that


I am going to find someone who does love me

Someone who is all the variations of crazy about me that I need

That I crave


You do not love me and that is ok

Until tomorrow when I hate you again and hope that your foreskin gets stuck in your zipper and that you die

Writer: Nomfundo Shezi    Photo by Filipe Almeida on Unsplash