LOVE CAN SURELY KILL

By Julius Malah Matete Munthali This friendship Our friendship Stands It will stand Bitterness, yes, there was bitterness Aftershocks of the rebuff were a nightmare Aftershocks were a slap in the face At times feeling like vomiting my own intestines I moved on, though as a chameleon Sometimes, I shout at my old self, "why the hell did I propose you!" Sometimes, when you call, thoughts torment me: "Should I propose you again!" "What if you rebuff me again!"