I am sorry,
So sorry that I changed,
That I refused to be caged,
Confined in that cage you called love,
A love that we both know you tainted.
I am sorry..
That I rarely call nor text,
That your presence makes no difference,
That I care less than I used to,
How could I water a dead flower.
I am sorry...
That I am now happy,
Happier than when I was with you,
That with time I eventually healed,
That you no longer cross my mind leave alone being there.
I am sorry...
That your jokes to me are no longer funny,
That your laughter doesn't tickle me like it used to,
That arguing with you is now past tense,
That I am no longer jealous because there is nothing to feel jealous of you.
I am sorry...
That the butterflies I used to feel flew away,
That you now became unattractive,
That the fire you used to ignite came to extinction,
That your songs lost rythm I can no longer dance to your tune.
I am sorry...
That the future we saw together is no longer there,
That the goals we had are no longer achievable,
That the strong bond we had grew weak,
I am sorry that I fell out of love with you.
YOU ARE READING
BROKEN TRADITION
AksiThis is a fusion of African and Specifically Kenyan ( kalenjin subtribe) high culture, popular culture, and "ancient" tales of a young girls' love story and other stories about her growing up in a life circulated by old history beliefs and what have...
