How can thee sayeth yond thee loveth me in the m'rning and bef're i catch but a wink at night yet whenev'r i am taken ov'r by mine own jealousy and possesiveness, thee can casually sayeth yond thee shall leaveth me, yond we shouldst endeth this, yond thou art bett'r off high-lone. wherefore, at which hour i confronteth thee with some things yond greatly both'rs me; wheth'r i am in the wrong 'r right, thee belittle me and useth w'rds. w'rds enow to cutteth me? how can i assureth mine own heart and feeleth secureth at which hour ev'ry timeth thee sayeth 'r doth these things t maketh me doubteth about the authenticity of thy loveth, our future?

For a second, I thought that at last he has finally written a quote or poem dedicated to me. But alas! He was merely suggesting about posting for Instagram on Valentine's day. Dear me! I can only remain silent and keep my thoughts to myself whilst sighing with a deep breath. My long awaited dream of reading his eloquent words of love has remained elusive. How disappointing! I am ashamed for craving for something I can never ever obtain. Our relationship, although filled with commitment and love has become platonic - routine. Today, I'll give up my hopes of ever receiving any of your works that are solely created for me. My dear poet, from now on I'll chastise myself for wishing our relationship ... Read More

His eyes glued to the screen ...and the awaited scene unravelled. The waif-like body of a fair-skinned Jewish brunette was in a state of undress, Conspired to fornicate with the German gentleman. Between the beautiful yet tragic story the movie must have held, Its nudity and sex scenes ruined my chances of savouring it. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious was the sight she flaunted, Musical chords echoing in the silence of the night ensued later as their bodies endlessly gyrated. I, on the other hand drowned out the ignominious pandemonium, Dismayed. Suddenly I felt him clutching my hands And I remained silent, frigid. No intimacy from me will he get. I felt betrayed as his eyes lingered to the repetition of the intimate scene. I used to be jealous in moments like this. However I can only despair for I ... Read More

Don't you know My Love? I planned to love you throughout the remainders of my life For I have always thought that mine is a destiny to be by your side With your arms wrapped around me, holding me so tight As if you were clutching to dear life. I vow to endure all of these until all my heartaches and nightmares end, Until my tears turned to crust around my eyes - dried. I will persist until I become the kind of person you immensely desired. But will you just let me whither and die a painful yet beautiful death? Will you watch me as I'm morphing, bleeding myself dry? Oh My Rationale Guy, pardon my whirlwind of untapped emotions.

...whenever I close my eyes at night and drift to sleep, I feel the loneliness of not being accepted as I am. Why am I even here? Why am I staying when I'm just a tool that's considered a prized posession until I have outlived my purpose? A tool, wherein the instant I have shown my defects is rendered useless, unwanted. Why can't you accept my highs and lows, My Love? I am currently working on myself, doing my best to live with you harmoniously, Wishing for you to be happy, Assisting you in my little ways. I only wanted to be loved, desired and accepted as I am. Is that too much too ask? Should I commence erasing my individuality and start living like an AI? With a brand new ... Read More