I wish to convey
My apologies
To the ones
Who tried their best
To love me
But I pushed them away
Just because
I was still hurt By someone else
When I was treated unfair
In the name of love
~ I am sorry.
All the men have gone from Hadado
with the livestock to find water or towns
like Mado Gashi and Duse to find jobs.
All the men have left Hadado.
Latitude 1° 29′ 00″ N.
There used to be grasslands.
The women are left raising the children.
Around the scrub grass and ant hills
the ground eats at itself. Dirt blows.
The women work to raise the children.
The children attend school in shifts.
Skinny camels sniff the wind.
Women feed their children ugali.
They draw water from a borehole.
The water shivers with swimming things.
The children are shivering.
She smiles back to the on-lookers,
but she knows what they’re thinking:
Her shabby appearance doesn’t fit.
The dress was surely once beautiful,
but now it’s worn out like an old pair of shoes.
And she couldn’t afford new shoes,
even the stockings are hand-me-downs.
The necklace is plastic, with earrings that don’t match.
Her nails are clean, and her face natural.
Her skin is white and, like the dress,
it hangs, not quite fitting her bones.
Her hair is split at the ends,
but keeps growing like the lines on her face.
Her eyes are wet, but she smiles.
Because there’s nothing else she can do.
Why?
Why does everyone do it?
Are they trying to get back at me?
Did I do something wrong?
I try to plan events with you,
But it’s either you or your mom.
Who says, “No.”
Who says, “I’m sorry.”
You always say, “Let’s try next weekend.”
But does it happen?
No.
Something always comes up.
Then I’m alone.
I like being alone but…
Sometimes I need someone else there.
With me.
What do you do
When your world
Which you love and cherish
Comes screeching to a halt?
When it stops being in your control?
When all you can do
Is stand there
And watch it fall.
Wishing you could do something.
But not being able to do anything.
Be able to watch
Watch it crash.
Watch it break.
Break like glass.
Your world is made of glass
It’s that precious. So precious
i could slit my throat
i wanna slit my throat
but i wont
i could disappear
i wanna disappear
but i wont
and why?
all for him
because it would be unfair to him
everytime you leave again
you leave a hole
that is so so big
that it isnt refillable with anything
and youre not replaceable
so i just have to live in emptiness
i am so fucking repulsed by myself
i hate myself so much for putting my finger in my throat
on one hand im so repulsed and on the other i love myself so much for it
i ate, yea i did
but i wont tell you whether i threw it up later or not
i dont want to eat anymore
and when i do
i have to puke everything up after
eating
purging
eating
purging
until i cant anymore
only one of us is crying
and its not you
now i have that bittersweet feeling when im texting you
and its worse than ever
everything reminds me of you
even only seeing the train makes me want to cry
that bittersweet feeling
when im glad i didnt break you
but still love you
i want someone to finally take as good care of me as i am of everyone
it hurts to be the therapist friend
always putting everyone in front of you
and suffering silently
in her arms full of scars
and clothes full of tears
but at least in someones arms
its coming again
its been a year
so much time passed
and im still afraid of you
afraid of the situation
it is starting to happen again, i can feel it and others too, they even tell me
but i am too normalised on having friends that dont answer
friends that ignore me when i need them
friends that talk over me
friends that let me walk behind them because the pavement is too small
friends that care about everyone but me
friends that dont include me in the situation
"friends"