Lying drunk on a field
Thinking about the good times we’ve felt
Thinking about the good times we’re yet to feel
Thinking about the good times we’re feeling
Feeling unsure cause of how fast we’ve felt these great moments
High highs crashing me into low lows
Brief moments of clarity leading to endless battles of insecurities
I’m I good enough?
I don’t do enough for him,
there are prettier girls out there,
girls who are more obedient,
more sensual, more of every thing I’m not.
Lying drunk on a field,
thinking about when the good times will evolve into times it hurts to think about.
By Eva. O. Eke-Metoho
