A Favour To Kill. Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

Sometimes I am totally unaware,
Of feelings which develop and lead to total despair.
The night before having a dream so close to you,
Waking up to seeing you… not there,
And the following day seeing your face.
I guess there's a reason to all these emotions,
Better than the less,
I actually feel.
A heart made out of cushion and flushed by the warmth of the sun.
Not yet,
Turned into obsidian.
These feelings need to go,
Before they alter.
And make what's there,
Rupture.
I don't have the strength to say no.
You are strong,
Please do the honor of being gentle.
Let me heal rather than becoming completely feeble,
Towards you.