it doesn't interest
me anymore
the scent of
you odour
the sight of
your face
the sound of
your voice
it doesn't interest
me anymore
even if we breathe
the same air
shared the same space
the same bed
the same room
the same house
the same offspring
it doesn't interest me anymore

Being alone
is not that bad;
you'll find yourself
when you're confused
like that

would it be
enough of love
if I craved your name
on my skin
and kept you close
under my nose
and whisper you
melody every night
before bed?
would you see me
as the woman of your dream
or a creeper
in your closet?

I would write to you
a five pages long
of a love letter
and still not enough pages
for me to define
my head over heels
for you -

my question is only this;
would you read them
and reply to me-
the same portion as mine?

All these men in my life

Always love me too much
To a point, I’m always drained

From being controlled
Being captivated
Being ignored
Being cheated
Being confused
Being hurt
Being fooled
Being in love
Being invisible

They drained me to the point
I couldn't find myself
To love me first

pieces of me
will soon engross
into your body
and become
part of me
that once was yours -
but now it's ours

I left my patience
At home
You've probably
Would have known
This anger that I portray
Would lead you
To your doomsday

I left my hope astray
It wasn't meant
To be at bay
But then I recall
The time I had to crawl
Scream and bang and bawl
Wondering if you
Loved me at all

I left my love
Somewhere out there
Hoping at least
I could've bear
Living without you
Yearning a clue
And start living
For another day