Love is not a sport!

Many times we enagage our minds in some sort of serious discussions reminding or rather questioning our souls on why they have to let us down in times that we really need it most. People love. People hate. People forgive! Well others don’t.


But all these leave a mark that will forever be part and parcel of us till death do us apart; hope is the last thing someone gives up on. Even on our beds six feet down the soil, we still have hope that God is watching over our loved ones from where we came from.


Love can do more harm than good to someone or vice versa. Love make people do the unthinkable and unimaginable. Imagine giving yourself to someone only to end up with betrayal and anger?


I trusted her and gave her my whole . My life was like a novel to her but she left feeling empty like a lost ghost. My mind told me to leave and advance but my heart convinced me to stay and give it a shot.


I did! If only the same heart could have warned me against trading on the wrong direction. I could have desisted! Now I have to live with the repercussions of wrong choices alongside misery and failure it brought.


People can be so funny sometimes. Why would one take their time to build something with so much passion and tender only to destroy it later? You destroyed us, like you never cared even an inch!


The rejections!
The cries!
The denials!


I must have been crazy to even give it a try; because all it did was to crash me from inside.

A depressed soul is a dangerous one. For it wanders everywhere trying to seek validation and sense of belonging to it’s knew destination. I thought we would be together but now I get shivers everytime your name is mentioned.


Call me a quitter I have given up; cause have been treated like a litter. I thought we would be together but now it tastes so bitter for I got nothing to loose nor gain. I’m fed up. With all these miserable pain and someone dare me to try again? Nothing will change as it will be the same results always.


I read what you typed with the help of a sneaky friend and what I read will haunt me definitely. I didn’t ask for you to make me suffer. All I wanted was to be your lover, if you could have given me that chance. Those heartbreaking moments rush back to my head however much I try to forget. It was a paradise each time I saw your face but now it feels like I’m stranded in a dark space, all alone.


It was on this love road that I traveled so far, that left me: afraid and scared. The road which gave me too much pain to bear. I have decided to be solitaire from now onwards for the road that I have choosen will have nothing to be afraid of, and all the sorrows I have will nolonger be a part of me. For love is not a sport!

3 thoughts on “Love is not a sport!

  1. Call me a quitter I have given up; cause have been treated like a litter. I thought we would be together but now it tastes so bitter for I got nothing to loose nor gain. I’m fed up. With all these miserable pain and someone dare me to try again? Nothing will change as it will be the same results always
    My favourite paragraph.. Love is actually never a sport but some narcasists just ready to play

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