The Boy Next Door

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poem written by Tumelo Mathibela featuring Quinton Makunyane.

Title : The Boy Next Door (feat. Quinton Tebogo Makunyane)
By : Tumelo Mathibela


He was the sweet boy next door
Always keeping his curfew 
Only had one friend 
"Good morning ma'am! ",he'd greet my mother.
Then he'd court me.
I fell in love with the boy next door .

We went to college together .
He promised me a forever. 
We moved in together. 
"I love you ", he said.
"I love you more ",I meant it. 
He proposed! 
I said yes. 

Our wedding day was one to remember. 
He was drunk.
It was our wedding night,
when he  first laid his hands on me.
Busted my lip,broke my pelvis,
and my will to live.
He even went as far as calling me barren.

Five miscarriages,
four hospital admissions,
three protection orders,
two murder attempts,
and one dead body later.
I write this from my makeshift grave in our backyard.


I was the sweet boy next door .
Spent all my time working towards 
nothing else but perfecting myself.
I always greeted your family with love .
You decided to fall in love with me

I hid all my flaws from you .
Promised you that I'll never leave .
We moved together after high school .
Our love story grew more sweeter,
filled with endless "I love yous" .
I promised you the whole ocean ,
but all I ever gave you was a pond 

I proposed to you and you accepted .
I felt my temperature rising .
I was ready to give you everything .
Our wedding day was one to remember ,
witnessed by all our friends and family .
I got you drunk due to the wine .
I lost my mind after that.
I walked inside the room and everything ,
just took a turn for the worst .
You asked me to stop but I couldn't ,
I was so frustrated, kept beating you.
I guess I wasn't sweet anymore hey.

We lost 5 of our kids ,
everything got too much to bare .
Three protection orders against me, 
two more murder attempts, 
then one dead body later on ,
I guess I lost myself again ,
Now I'm filled with nothing,
 but pain as I write this from my prison cell.

Submitted: April 30, 2020

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Doria sanders

This is sad, but nice work.

Thu, April 30th, 2020 2:36pm

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