My Day One Crush – Poem by Ahaneku Nkeiruka
A sickness of the heart, I have long
Suffered but dismissing as nothing
It has remained permanent as the firmaments of heaven
A ton of helpless doses have I tried
But it spreads through my heart
Snuffing out my breath
Help me less I die!
“Love in the heart” so I speak of
A dose of your love and care each day can do wonders
So the doctors have prescribed
A million pictures of you have I with
My eyes stolen. How I missed my steps
Bumping and falling when lost in the
Admiration of your chiseled face
Beaked nose, cotton lips, heavens smile!
When you fed your brother’s baby
I wished I was the one. When you
Played and boo boo booed on her stomach
I craved it was me.
Oh! Let’s play love and on the bed be a clapping of hands
I wish you could spend as much time
With me as with your books and guitars
Most lucky is your sister whom you
Tickle and cuddle and love, though
Platonic. Fortunate is your towel that
Romances you each day
Most lucky is your toothbrush that
Kisses you each day
Could you add ‘est’ to the dear you call me
And make me your dearest?
Could you change the “I like you”
You tell me to “I love you”
You never told me?
Could you increase the calls you give
Me from “once a month” to trice a week?
Elevate me to closest friend, I ask you
Could you understand the deepness of
My love for you as same as the pacific oceans?
Madness I call it. Dreaming each day of you
Eating, drinking, watching, and wearing only your favorites.
I have fought gallantly this fiery feeling
But I have been defeated honorably
And, now I can shout from the
Mountain top, I love you! I love you!
Without apologies. I don’t care if
The African society calls me strange
The cock should chase the hen
Not the other way round, they say
But rare it is for Miss peacock to
Let down her beautiful wings
I care less if you reciprocate my love
After all, the earth has not returned
The heaven’s love. In wishing your
Love, I have rode like an equestrian
Wishing horses were wishes
And whoop! If afterward my love you return
How forever I will dance
How eternally I will laugh
Always wearing a smile like our
Dear old ageless sun
About the Poet
- Ahaneku Nkeiruka Portable Priscilla is a Nigerian Young Lady who hails from Isu Nwangele LGA of Imo State, Nigeria.
- She was born on 24th September 1998 and She is currently a young graduate from the Department of Philosophy, Imo State University, Owerri.
- Portable loves reading, writing, singing, arguing, and she prefers fairness and justice.
- Miss Portable is highly creative, skillful, and artistic.
- She is an Editor at Machinep.com
- She dislikes mediocrity and injustice.