Author: Abigail Arunga

Before the party I put my makeup on, a layer thick enough to hide the tracks of my tears, they’ve been there for years you see them, and still act so cavalier. Foundation, first smooth, no hairline cracks. unlike us it does not hide the scars because you’re too smart to leave a mark where outside eyes can see, your outside eye works perfectly you see all other women but me. Once in a while, I wonder who else you’ve been under, which is why I refuse – and then comes the abuse. I’ve laid the table. I’ve lit the candles I’ve cooked –…

So you stabbed my heart again and again with girls, with words, with lies My heart paid no attention, and took each betrayal with a jerk of surprise. My susceptible heart ignored your flaws embraced you ‘as you were’ But my mind finally noticed these gaping wounds and promptly refused to concur – but my heart, still hoping, still foolish refused to be deterred! You saved me though, from you, from myself. You hammered in the last nail. And now, thanks to you, oblivious savior my foolishness no longer prevails. Thank you for buying the rope for your hanging; playing…