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By Daisy Atuhaire
Sometimes we fall in love with a person. Other times, we fall in love with the person we imagine them to be. In The Lover I Invented, Daisy Atuhaire explores the painful space between reality and romantic expectation. Using the language of sewing, tailoring and performance, the poem portrays a lover carefully constructed from desire, half-truths and hope. However, as that imagined relationship begins to unravel, the speaker discovers that the deepest heartbreak may not be losing him at all. It may be realising whom she was trying to find in him.
I sewed a lover from the air,
From half-truths and midnight prayer.
His hands were tailored to my waist,
A perfect fit, with no real taste.
He knew the lines, he knew his part,
A stranger fluent in my heart.
He’d say “forever” without a flinch,
And never moved a single inch.
We waltzed for watchers, blind and kind,
Who saw the frame but not behind.
What looked like love from far away,
Was just two actors learning how to stay.
Now I unpick him, thread by thread,
The words he never truly said.
What hurts is not that he was untrue—
It’s that I almost made him you.
— Daisy Atuhaire
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So superb,
Daisy
Wow
The poem is interesting
Good and educative poem
What a poem
Love gonna kill someone one day
Yeah
well done Daisy so educative….l really enjoyed the flow of the story….the literature.. here eagerly waiting for more poems and series of stories
Why should we love
I believe that love is scam
This piece has triggered something inside me. Honestly my lover only exists in my head since I was 9 years old. I haven’t found that girl.
That’s so bad