Better love

What have I done to you, i give you comfort, but you give a cold shoulder .
I present you with breakfast in bed, you pour hot ash in my head, what kind of a person are you, don't you have a heart or maybe a conscious. Why don't you just let me go, because this was never love, but lust, you showed me flames in this love yet i tried to distinguish them, but the fire extinguisher got tired and broken. You have destroyed more than you have built
I wish you luck may you find your match, so that you can also feel the hot ash you poured over me, the dust you swept a pond me and the dirty dish you served me.

By Nqobile Mnisi