She sits alone…

“Nobody is perfect” is the thought that linger in her brain,
She sits alone by the shore, her heart broken,
In pain! Vowing to never love again,
She weeps but her memories are awaken,
The harder she tries to forget, the more painful it gets,
She still thinks of him, he still lives in the breeze of the sea,
Eyes closed! No other man does she want to see,
Smelling his scent, feeling his touch all by the memory,
She gave her all, for what now seems a tainted glory,
Her love misfortunes, now trending story,
Everything they had and did was now history,
She sits alone by the shore, broken but happy,
For as she looks at the ocean she sees hope, beauty and peace,
Peace for the waters are beautiful,
Hope for what the seas bring forth,
And beauty for what the ocean provides, breeze for stress relief,
Relief in times of her grief, she sits alone longing for what’s gone,
But soldiering to move on!
~Penhive

If it ain’t me, let me be

I detest disloyal people,
I dislike heartbreaks, i dislike on and off relationships,
I’d rather not be one of those people you’d love, break up and decide to re-love again. It must be a painful situation.

So i will ask once; What do you need from me or from us or whatever this is?
For your heart is elsewhere while mine is at stake. I can never be a stand in for your lost lover as you try to recalibrate yourself and life.

As much as i love chasing you, however demeaning it might seem, if it ain’t me let me be.
Am no wild dog on a hunt just for others to feed on the prize. Love, be it unpredictable i won’t allow it to make me unstable.
If it ain’t you, let it be. Let me be in peace, i’m still putting together my shattered pieces.

~Penhive

I miss the nightlife

I yearn for the bonfire dinner dates in the cool sea breeze. Sweet aroma of well cooked food wafting in the air, a view to behold, a beer in the cold.Slow, chill-out music and afrobeats playing on the Bluetooth speaker.
A glass on the other hand filled to the brim with liquor, swaying and humming to the favourite tunes of our hearts.
A moment of truce between our problems as they look to stay away for us to have the night in our own deserving way.
I miss the conversations in the dark, honeyed talks and pure laughter as we lit up till the brain could handle no more, a dive in the ocean to steam down the train, up all night long until the sun rose. After all happiness was everything that we sought and love was all we ever knew.
~Penhive

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