It was always in the extra ways

Sitting on the white couch 

Trying so hard not to write 

But that’s all I can do 

I have forgotten how to cry 

Finally, I have lost the ability to reconcile with your flaws. 

It used to bother me, but not anymore. 

I have lost the words to say, the shock of my endurance leaves me laughing in weird manner. 

I guess I am crazy in several ways. 

Crazy enough to declare that I would be here all day. 

Crazy enough to retrace my steps without forsaking the words I said. 

Crazy enough to let it pass, my burning scars are making it out. 

Crazy enough to allow you figure it out. 

I have lost the words to say. 

I thought about it, and it was not you or I.

It was the things we tried.

The requirements,

The fight for betterment.

We were both wrong and right,

How you tried and how I did too much. 

I got scared and maybe too strong,

But you know you could have extended a bit more or maybe not.

I just want your sorry to be less words and more action, but if it’s too much, I understand.

I was hoping to one day watch you smile.

Yours truly, Olu, LuLu.❤️