This Love Is No More by Kay Ugwuzor So this love is No more the fantasies No more about us No more the item we were Whatever that was This love is No more passions to fill the night No more ‘baby, please hold me tight’ No more ecstasy rising from inside Capturing moments with guilt aside This love is No more than silence here and there No more than smoke hanging in air No more than unsaid verses and lines And your overflowing bag of lies This love is No more than the word No more than spilt blood No more than broken alabaster Far from a happily ever after So this love is No more ... It wasn’t my fault, it was his. It has always been his. He pushed me, he put my back to the wall and I pulled the trigger. It had always been because of him; whenever I brushed my hair in front of the mirror it was because of him, when I snuck out of the house at night, it was because of him. When I went to the boutique two days ago, it was to get him this bright colored Gucci ...