BROKEN MIRROR & THE PERFECTIONIST

i am a broken mirror
sometimes i just need someone
to pick me up, look their faces in mine
and smile

.that assurance that i am valuable.

that in my broken nature
i too, could serve a purpose
at least be useful in mine own way.

you could not look me
in my broken nature for long.
you could not admire to behold
my imperfect state.

Oh, i was a broken mirror!
also capable of giving my opinion
worth advising and hold a confidence
when handed one

capable of sharing scaring secrets with!
just like the other whole pieces.

you looked far too much
on my broken edges
and the cracks within

and when i stood before you
it always was the crooked edges  you focused on
forgetting my little uses each day.

i was a broken mirror
and you could not admire
to accept my imperfect nature.

Oh, i was a broken mirror
and you, my poor perfectionist.
---Fampah Coyish---

©Awoken by Poems-Fampah Coyish 2018

FOR SOME REASONS

There are some girls
who could not have the opportunity
to call a man daddy
because the men who where strong in making them
for some reasons could not stand strong
to accept and own them.

There are some boys
who could have been better off
with a woman to call mother,
but the women that begat them
for some reasons forgot them.
---Fampah Coyish---

I REMEMBER...

i remember the day
you said you will take your own life
because i could not love you
how you expected me to.
     that night, i begged you not to
and you still threatened me
that you will not survive the morning
if my love will not thrive with you through that night 

and the mornings on wards
     i remember  i told you i loved you
and love could not cure all diseases-
that i could not stand your untamed manners
             .and you promised in a pool of tears
              a second chance would birth your change.
     but that was when i should have sublimed with the night
leaving no traces of my love with you
     i should have allowed you too!
my mistake was making you live
when i had the opportunity to help you
count those pills down your throat,
one by one, colour by colour
---Fampah Coyish---