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Author/Writer/Spoken word artist/Songwriter/Singer/Student. @ UNIZIK
Awka, Nigeria
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Finest Masterpiece?
<p>I guess most times, it isn't your friends' words you long to hear, but those of a stranger—someone who knows nothing about you, yet somehow understands exactly how you feel.</p><p><br/></p><p>Sometimes, it comes in the simplest question:</p><p><br/></p><p><em>"Are you okay?"</em></p><p><br/></p><p>And in that moment, you feel like unraveling. You want to let everything spill out. Instead, you swallow it all, force a smile, and answer,</p><p><br/></p><p><em>"Yes."</em></p><p><br/></p><p>Meanwhile, you're dying a little more each day. Your pillows are stained with tears, and their ears have gone deaf from the screams of your agony.</p><p><br/></p><p><em>"Hey, it's going to be okay."</em></p><p><br/></p><p>Those aren't the words I want to hear. Heck, no. None of us knows what tomorrow holds.</p><p>So as I sit on this lonely bench, beneath streetlights that somehow make this deserted path look beautiful, I only want the truth.</p><p><br/></p><p>Tell me the truth... is that too much to ask?</p><p><br/></p><p>Tell me it isn't going to be okay. Tell me it won't work. Tell me I'll continue to fail. Tell me I'm hopeless.</p><p><br/></p><p>...</p><p><br/></p><p>Are you done?</p><p><br/></p><p>Because I am.</p><p><br/></p><p>I'm tired of giving more than I ever receive. I'm tired of always reaching into the sea, stretching out my hands to pull you back to shore, away from the merciless waves that threaten to swallow you whole.</p><p>You gave me ninety-nine reasons to fall in love with your words, but one action made them all meaningless.</p><p><br/></p><p>Is loving you really a losing game?</p><p>Because the only thing I'm losing is myself... and my sanity.</p><p><br/></p><p>So tell me.</p><p><br/></p><p>Tell me what you want me to know.</p><p>Tell me what you want me to hear.</p><p>Tell me what you want me to feel.</p><p>I suppose you can add these too.</p><p>Add them to the scars you've already carved into me, for I am an unfinished sculpture.</p><p><br/></p><p>But perhaps one day, you'll become a potter...</p><p><br/></p><p>And I'll become your finest masterpiece...one that brings smiles to your face and quiet sighs of satisfaction to your lips.</p>
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