Bandile Matsenjwa

This was written to be as specific as it is vague, as alone as it is public. Cracking up about it sums it up for me. Is it mirth? Am I simply manic? Writing this I hope to straighten my thoughts, to be objective, to reason out the otherwise chaos of conflicting emotions that threatens to break apart my psyche. The niceties can't help. In the lull of activities, in the dark of the night, the conflicts within resurface. I confess to losing sleep over them, for I can no longer claim sanctuary of my mind. So I write. I am writing this at a time when the disequilibrium between us feels even greater than before. I admit this gave me no small amount of distress. At the same time, I wonder if it is even my place to be upset by this. A while ago, I opened up to you,  I was pleased with it then for it captured subtly my hopes and my fears. Since then however, the subtleties returned to haunt me. In a bid to remain subtle, I carefully skirted the main issue which if I were to be...

I saw a rose I was completely smitten by an external hunch when she rose She was ballooned with beauty and elegance, I was afraid I might be a thorn Pop it off But I could be a thorn Her a rose Among thorns I could protect her Prick those who try to take a petal off her It's a pity you never gave me the opportunity to prove my worth to you Do you have any idea how much this hurts me? Of course, you don't, how can you? I felt like a Casper, feelings for you filled up my dome Now I watched them go down bridges I'm a thorn, pricked myself and now I'm in stitches You're laughing, you dunno what a stitch is? You see, I was ready to swim deep for you You felt like this was skin deep for you No coffin, but I'd die for you No coughing, but I'd lie for you They always told me that women Woe men That wasn't the same with you; You were like a liquorice,amazing on all sorts For you, I'd go on all fours I guess I deserved this Mental pi...