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Poem-
upendo is patient
upendo is kind
upendo is psycho
Plays with your mind.
I still need you
And wewe need me too.
Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa.
My fault, my grievous fault.
When you're hurt
kwa my hand
It's Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa.
To upendo is to destroy.
It's a contradiction.
When I've tried my hardest to keep wewe safe
Shield wewe from the world outside
I try to kill those who breathe on you
I feel apathy.
You're warmth on my skin
Chills me within, I push wewe away
I run away from you, my fears of losing you
Overcome my upendo for you
Cut myself, dreams of wewe deteriorating slowly kill me
Driving me insane
wewe ask of my issues
I don't let wewe know for it may hurt wewe too.
So as we kiss, I slice the skin on my arm with my steak, mnofu knife.
I bleed and bleed, staining the white shag rug. Scarlet.
wewe scream and scream until I whisper my last words, 'I upendo you, but it killed me.'
And I wake up in cold yet hot sweat, pain easing up my arm. I look down, and see the scarlet invitation to a death parade.
I send wewe a goodbye text. Telling wewe to come visit me in the morning,
I walk slowly but steadily into the jikoni and pull out the kisu from my dream.
Cutting the skin on my chest, 'You+Me= 
Till I see blood. Walk back to my room
Take my last breath and l slowly die.