You see zigzag through me
I don’t hate it better.
I’m thinking of you.
But not so fondly.
When we meet at R4, we shall reunite permanently.
Until then, the moon will be in retrograde.
P.S. Music has been missing in my life.
What a tragedy.
Now is the time to be inspired.
I know you’re not ready for this.
You’ll never be.
He sniffed her up. Gently.
She didn’t dare to move.
It was as if she had no choice.
Close to the yellow putrid liquid.
He cherished in every daylight.
Caught up in his words.
She never met his actions.
We shan’t look at the picture.
We shan’t analyse.
She chewed her lips.
She sways like there’s an invisible hula hoop around her hips.
Her love handles are too die for.
Her look makes people shit in their pants.
Her lips makes guys erupt.
What a beautiful revolution.
Enough to make peace.
Don’t let her go out of your senses.
I fucking knew it.
Why did you have to prove me right?
Where do these instincts lead me to?
I enter the gray weather.
You had to mess with my saliva.
No wonder, it was a fluke.
No more questions.
No more pleads.
No more riding over me.
The truth is that equal love is non-existent.
If it still prevailed, it aged.
The melody swirled with the trumpet and her clear, husky voice.
He danced with his elephantine moves.
She could not stop staring at the man she adored
and her last thought was
“Would one more night help?”
He reached for her hand and looked deep into her fixated eyes.
“Darling, please listen to me. Let me in.”
It rained ferrets that night.
The heartbreaker came to visit me.
She asked me what I wanted.
I gave the cliche answer, ‘peace’.
It was the truth.
It came from the heart.
Surely, she didn’t listen
and the waves came.
I realized how naive I was.
Why did I not think it was a problem.
Anything could happen.
I’ve learnt that the hard way.
I’m not happier.
I hate these ninety fifth thoughts.
Someone. Please stop me.
Please stop my careless actions.
I need you too.
You covered my shadow.
Wiped away my invincible tears.
What more did you need?
My paper heart was shredded.
All I’m left is a one-way ticket to return home.
What more could you take?
You selfish slut.