A COMPLICATED STORY

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“Turn your magic on” to me she said “everything we ever dreamed of is a meter away, for we will be legends from this day, we are diamonds taking shape; we are gold being refined to radiance”

How mellifluous, her words pierced my heart. These were endearing words, she spoke to me in a dignified fashion. When I held her by the waist and looked into her eyes. This was not so complicated like rocket science……………Little did we know that our love was an adventure of a life time…………… It would not survive the test of time.

“I can’t go on any more” to me she said “our love was a dream that died before the light of day,
So take your half of the sky and let me go my way, I won’t consider my choice, my mind heard my voice”

How gruesome, her word bruised my heart. These were distasteful words, she spoke to me in a condescending manner. After she left my hands and started to walk away. Can I call this complicated – a complicated story indeed…………. And now I feel my heart beating, yeah I feel my heart racing underneath my skin, because she made me feel like am going to die again.

Next time I meet her I ask for an explanation. I was not going to give up on her. But she turns to my face and blurts out; “I can‘t be with you.” I ask why, she replies “it’s complicated.” What a complicated story. A dream that faded by the light of day. How pain can have your heart decay.
At the moment I need a cord of comprehension, this story is complicated, sophisticated, it leaves me agitated, but can’t be debated and all I need right now is for it to get sublimated.

That day I was empty, seeping a cool drink under the cozy sunlight. Then is came, she was dying…………..dying! Dying of what?………………….More complication, this needs no hesitation. I run to see her, hoping to coax her, so we can…………….no to be strong..

I move closer to her bed to see her face, having lost some intrinsic grace. She tries to smile…
She struggles…………am touched by her agony. I then hold her by the hand and say “ turn your magic on, everything we ever dreamed of is a meter away, for we are legends every day, we are diamonds taking shape; we are gold being refined to radiance” I move closer and look her in the eyes…” If we’ve only got this life, If our love is an adventure ………oh then I want to share it with you………… yea with you, yea with you, after all it not so complicated at all.

So she died…………I thought it was so complicated……..but I realized it was not so complicated after all. Because the only thing that makes a complicated story complicated is fact that, it is not so complicated as we think it is complicated.

WRITTEN BY
JACOB OSAE AMANOR

Jacob A. Osae

Posted by Jacob A. Osae

Poet + Songwriter + Screen Writer + Sci Fi & Fantssy Writer = Physicist.

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