Where were you?

“Obi ba apira me” I should have guessed it I should have listened to the caution He sucked the juice out of me but made me feel special like I was wanted but I wasn’t He was just tapping into my influence on campus. When I was annoyingly breathing audibly through my blocked nostrils, When my knee could no longer support my body, when my eye lid continually kissed my eyeballs, when the eight skeletons excruciated pain in my wrist, when my tommy with pain scared the hell out of me, Where were you? When I was leaving you saw my condition You even asked if I needed anything All of this as if you cared Call me when you get home, that was what you said! The call I was unable to make My appearance in your thought you were unable to name So you forgot about me as if I was nothing like I don’t exist and that’s what has been happening If I was dying this would have been my funeral Deep down you knew we were just friends online I just failed to notice it I was overwhelmed by his virtual attention, his hugs from which I could hear his heartbeat and not his intentions, kisses from his tender lips that landed on my cheeks and fore head without permission I once thought all of this symbolized something Earlier today I wrote a child soldier fiction in blood Tonight I write an autobiography of our love in tears and not ink It’s unfortunate that our hearts couldn’t link I just realized that if I don’t text first you never would Unless I have done something i never should Even then it meant I was getting blasted or you needed me to cover a story for your own personal interest under the cover of giving me an exclusive. With you I was always exhausted To you I was a flag you never hoisted Indeed I have been hurt by your action I tolerated the opportunity for you to do so Forget it; I can go on and on because I’ve been hurt. They are all the same pretending to care I guess I was just too blind to see I deeply regret letting you know me that much You obviously didn’t deserve to Now I know I’ll always get disappointed and broken hearted if I always expect others to do for me what I do for them because not everybody has the same heart as I do! Every relationship is a either a blessing or a lesson “Obi ba apira me” …Inspired by Papa Kwesi… Aba Radical The Photographer of Thoughts Fb: Mercy Aba Blankson Twitter: @aba radical IG: Aba Radical +233249953609 Comment, like and share #AbaIssaRadicalWriter