I never begged for your love nor did I obligate you to love me back. I loved you freely. But you just pushed me further away. I have to act rationally.
How can one contain their overwhelming feeling
When it’s instantaneously spilling with overabundance?
Should I withold it so that it won’t suffocate you
And push you away, Hon?
Now that my love’s been handed
To you in a silver platter
Embellished with diamonds all over;
You, a pauper for love
Denied the affections I’ve offered
Claiming it as an illusion,
A figment of your imagination.
But I’ve craved love for so long
That I eventually become one with it.
I loved you freely: No expectations.
You were never obligated to return
The same amount of love to me.
Did I lose my value and femininity
By loving you dearly?
You’re still not ready for me.
So I needed to do some bit of introspection.
I should rethink my ways
Before giving you my attention and affections.
I’ll love you in the amount you can handle.
For if that’s the only way you can stomach my love,
I’ll gladly do it with a smile
Even if it pains me
To conceal my overwhelming love.