Heart Collector

I am a heart collector 
Hanging the artefacts of every misadventure 
Now my walls groan
Under the weight of each pain I've created


Mathew,
The room you made for me was too small
I was too tall for the bed you laid for me


Mark
I am not worth your ‎tears
I am not worth your sleepless nights


Luke,
This anger will corrode ‎ your mind
Selling our story to press won't make you rich

Dear John,
Forgive me‎ but I waited for you to evolve 
Not many women know how to mother grown men

I am a collector of hearts
Haunted by the relics of each misadventure 
And  nightly, my walls weep
For every pain I've created

Comments

Chidinma Ojebe said…
Ha-ha, Ucheoma, I am a heart mender oo!

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