Day 1: I think about how you treated me, before the darkness consumed you
Day 2: I think about how you wanted to clean my wounds with your heart
Day 3: I wonder if you still think of me before you go to sleep
Day 4: I remember how you used to see starlights in my eyes
Day 5: I accept
Day 6: I reach a conclusion that our love was like winter
Day 7: When it was time to bloom, you wanted us to stay in cold conditions
Day 8: I leave, because you only loved me when I was familiar, as soon as I wanted to bloom you couldn’t stand the thought of me not depending on your roots
Nomsa Motale is an artist and writer. She loves to listen to music and to take photographs. She is all things creative and loves to be around people who dont mind having conversations about phases, the moon, art and all things consistent