THE FAULTS IN YOU…

 

The truth is

I love you, but

I don’t want you 

coming with that.

I cannot build on the

inadequacies of your childhood.

The damages done by your exes.

The brokenness caused by your parents.

The trauma from your household.

The curses of your lineage,

Your stiffened heart.

Your crushed ego.

I cannot build on your scars and inadequacies.

Your faults and the lie

you’ve told yourself about yourself.

I like the way you are made,

I like the effort you 

put in to break some 

chains, but there are some

bondages you don’t extend grace to.

You’ve been extending grace to trauma.

You’ve been “burying” your better.

You are making me 

fight for your “upgraded” version.

The best of you should be your norms.

Why are you scared of 

showing up in your better? 

Why are you scooping love 

on me like bama?

Apply pressure and do

this with all you have.

I need you to fight like

you want to build.

I need you to fight

like a leader that you are.

I won’t deny that I 

see all you consist of.

But boy, you try too hard 

to be a modern man.

Losing your romance 

because of the stereotypes. 

How you catch yourself 

when you are getting

vulnerable in my arms.

I cannot build on that.

I cannot build on

your crushed ego.

I need you to put together 

yourself and erase 

every word that made 

you build this strong a defense.

I cannot build on such strong scars.

Doubts and heaviness of the heart.

I need you to come to me whole.

I am not the cause of your scars.

When you call me baby, 

don’t think of your past.

When you make decisions, 

don’t reflect on the days

that broke your heart.

When you call me yours, 

say it like you mean it, 

not like you are fighting 

off the thought that we don’t belong.

It’s way too short a time 

To chase off flies from your back.

Sometimes, I see your eyes.

It’s more of fear than a loving look.

Allow me love beyond your scars. 

I can’t handle a broken man.

I don’t like the sound of sorry every time.

I get tired of “I am working on it” 

with no signs. 

Give me something worth building on. 

A real change worth riding on. 

Can we take away the

curtains of your heart? 

I am not Nonso, I am not 

who tore you apart.

Why am I suffering for the 

words they said to you? 

Why are you trying to us sink? 

Like you believe what they 

say you’d never amount to? 

Give me something to build on.

Why are you hiding your tears from me? 

Trying to be strong? 

If it’s a joke? Baby, please stop.

I need you with your head high.

Like a king who can make

decisions and keep running his house.

I need you to be the priest and 

show me love in a way not too modest.

I don’t like your scars and injuries 

And how you make them come

before your victory.

Aren’t you tired of nursing 

your brokenness story? 

You sound like a broken record

whenever you explain 

what made you become 

what you’ve become. 

It’s stale, tune in to reality.

Because you will blame yourself

silly if you mess it up 

with a woman like me.

This is a one-off appeal, 

I don’t beg a man to see me. 

I can’t be collateral damage 

to your lack of identity. 

So fix up.

I like you but you are 

settling into “little”.

This is too much a talk.

Call me when you are ready to evolve.