She rolled over and faced King, pulling the blanket closer around her feet. She ran her fingers through his beard. It took up half of his face and she liked the scruffy feel on her fingers.
King moved his face and kissed her open palm and she uttered to him, “You’re so beautiful.” Did he care that she described him with a feminine word? He didn’t mutter a complaint.
“Thank you.” He rubbed his face in her hand and she caressed his chin, his beard tickling her, “You’re so gorgeous.”
Her lips twitched at his words. “Stop it. You don’t…
I woke up at 7 AM
My nervous system
Ignored the melatonin pill
I swallowed 4 hours ago
The butterflies in my stomach
Created an effect with their wings
Making it hard for me to drift off
It’s been years since I woke up before the alarm. I have nothing to be worried about and everything to be happy for. I set it for 9, but I’m up now. I look over to my phone and there you are. We fell asleep on FaceTime.
I’m in piece
And I’m in peaces
Replaying your words,
“Because I still like…
They don’t tell you
How much you’ll want them to be in love so you can give them the chance of writing the story that will change everything
How you pray to God daily for the strength to be good
How you fear making mistakes that leave scars, always wondering which antagonist will be modeled after you
They don’t tell you
How badly you’ll want to be the king of their story
How you’ll scan every word, every letter, focused on the italics and the bolds,
Trying to analyze what they say
Trying to find the parts of…
No one tells you about the after.
After the anger.
After the emotions.
After the apologies.
What happens when you’re faced with the possibility of returning to the pre-them time?
Before you dreamt of them?
Before you watched yourself in the mirror,
Uttering their last name with your first?
Before you spent countless nights
Telling sleep to leave you behind
Because of the awake moments with them?
What happens when you get over the bad?
During the silent treatments, moments
During the conversation that feels off
During the empty feeling in your chest because now you know
While you spent…
Opeyemi Ojo took a hiatus from poetry to focus on a newfound love for short stories. She soon returned to poetry, proving that you never forget your first.