Imperfect Match by ShaáBez B. Ali x Jae C.
Our very own Social Media Manager, I. Adebanjo “Bez”, submits this heartfelt piece for all you poem lovers. He collaborated with Jae C. to bring this piece to us. Most of us who have experienced love (and love lost) can relate to this one.
Together we were phosphorus burning rapidly,
Her brown skin and coke shaped frame pushed
With a single stroke, I knew she was a match to me.
Together we burned ever so rapidly.
Ever so rapidly, ever so rapidly …
Burning, yearning, and determined.
She was an unquenchable fire.
The warmth of her flame, and her incandescent beauty,
My mind slowly dissolves into a mixture of perplexed memories, blurring my vision of love. Trying to grasp the scenery I've been deprived of, I fall victim to the untruthful bliss of my lost hallucinated past.
Promiscuous lady of lust, that I was, I came for him. Directing myself into his heart by whispering sweet nothings .... "Please, Take my hand".
That he did, but when I lifted my eyes seeking the sight of my newly welcomed attraction of him, I saw a different him. The one whom I fell victim to before my dream led me to who I thought was my love but really wasn't. I understood from that I was still broken.
Fleeing in the other direction, he followed, but I'm too torn to turn back and pick up the fragmented pieces I left at his feet. Out of the gentleness of his heart, he gathered them in hopes that he could put me back together again. The irony...
Getting closer and closer to reigniting the flame i intentionally blew out, my imagination overtakes my fairy tale and transforms his perfectly loving notions of love into my ever so reckless insecurities I had towards my history and I freeze. I told myself I could never love him, He’s the others. Not who he portrays himself to be.
So I leave again. Knowing that I'm chasing a reality that doesn't exist, but in this dream he's all my heart's greatest fear. And to me he was another lost soul that I lusted for with no remorse in my hallucinations of love. We end.
I finally awaken and grab hold to the truest reality of my tears only to realize that I erased the projected memory of him out of broken hearted tendencies, and I hurt him not knowing that my imaginary running was more than fictional thoughts I brought from my uncontrollable and shattered subconsciousness.
By ShaáBez B. Ali x Jae C.