You Asked For It Poem by Obiaeli Ifediirichukwu Victor

Because of my love
All for my care, I produce them
Those magic words
To you they mean nothing
To the desperate they mean the world
But for a while I think
Counting through thoughts
My exaggerations eluding me
Exaggerations...
Is that what you call them
Often a smile I let go
My blurred vision closing on me
Would I be lost in myself
How can I be found
But knowing my sun shall rise in the East
My mast spread out in the far oceans
I am sorry for those words
They belong to someone else
Someone who deserves better
I'm sorry for the stray feeling
They mean all to me
So shall it be
My apology.