Entangled in misdirection 
The legs argue with both minds the heart says its piece too.
You lit your heart on fire called it passion and she couldn’t match.
You watched as your words ate themselves alive mass suicide
You could only be silent while Sue lies about her side.
Truth is Sue’s the bitch that made you strip took your suit and called it Law. 
A Lovers Law called it emotional honesty.
When she left she got a chair,left you stood up 
Tied your tongue in a knot to the ceiling fan
Locked the door and left you to hang
Your manly grown ass cried
You fear  the fans spin being more potent than a bullets blow
Ironic that you came across as cold
That’s not her name but we’ll just call her Sue
Sincerely from within you


© Sihle Ntuli


Day 4 | April Freedom Week

short bio: Sihle Ntuli is a writer from Durban. His other works can be seen on Sang Bleu,Litnet and Itch. Sihle's personal blog would be districtsn.tumblr.com. He is also currently developing a body of work for his poetry entitiled "The M.I.S.N (Melancholy In Sihle Ntuli)