Reflections by Blessing Jimmy

I don't want to be in a relationship where all we do is sing choruses of "I love you", and all you say is how my ears, eyes, lips and every part of my body are more beautiful than those of Amadioha, Ogun, Sango and all the gods of your land!

I don't want to be in a relationship where I sleep with your calls as the last and wake up to your calls as the first and then long lovely messages, poems creatively written by you of impossibilities or craftily plagiarized without any references!

I don't want to be in a relationship where the only questions you ever get to ounce is "how are you? Where are you? Have you eaten? What did you eat?" And nothing more!

I don't want to be in a relationship where my world revolves around only you, every other person becomes a traitor, a foe and you become my only friend and I spend all or most of my time with you and only you!

I don't want to be in a relationship where we pretend to be happy even when we're mad at each other, we smile and sing I love you like all is really well, but deep inside is sadness and anger at each other, but then we're afraid of getting the other angry.

I don't want to be in a relationship where my principles are disregarded, my decisions not valid, my opinions unsolicited, and I'm not even respected.

I don't want to be where my voice becomes inaudible and I nod yes to everything you say.

I don't want to be in a relationship where I constantly beg for love and attention, we seem close yet so far, we seem happy yet sadness devour us like lions do their prey.

I don't want to be in a relationship where hurtful words pierce through my soul like daggers and your hands occasionally caress my skin with heaviness that gets my skin swollen.

I don't want to be in a relationship I have to have sex with you not of my own volition but out of pressure and compulsion because it doesn't matter to you if it makes God happy, if it makes me happy all you care about is you!

I don't want to be in a relationship where I am showered with gifts and all manner of care to make me look less of a human and to make me believe you're my provider and without you I'd be in lack.

I don't want to be in a relationship where the only game we know how to play is the one done on bed.

I don't want to be in a relationship where pretense and lies prosper while sincerity and authenticity is buried.

I don't want to be in any relationship that takes a piece of my peace or the entirety of it.

I don't want to be in a relationship that drowns my joy and impacts nothing good in my life.

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