I initiated the confession,

A confession marked by much importance of my feelings to you.

Only a page long, and unromantic as it is, presented on a blank Word Document.

A confession planned for years,

As my mind was pressuring itself, searching for the most appropriate words to be put across.

They were sent.

All sent to the rightful owner who deserves to hear the honesty, sincerity and generosity of a naive yet passionate girl in love,

It ended in an awkward pose.

With no sincere reply, but a mere greeting to imply that I should give up.

I knocked my head a few times,

But there was no revelation.

I imagined myself being stabbed to death,

But nothing was telling me to stop.

Then I thought,

"How could it stop when my heart has stopped functioning long ago?"

I cried.

This was a rendezvous that was forbidden by the Heavens, Earth and Hell.
There was never any sign of anyone approving it, not even my doubtful but hurtful heart.
It was too late; the feelings are bind to the spell that has been going out for years.
The remedy, the spell to break it, was gone buried deep within the unknown void space we call the Universe.
Only hold on to the present, forget the past,
These words echoing in my head like a loudspeaker, but herald no effect on my addiction,
*****, unpolished, impure, I am a jewel that sits undiscovered in the dark.
Waiting the opportunities that prevail but seem too far away,
And grasping to one thing they call Destiny.
Bad, bad, bad; but we think we are good
But aren’t we repeating the same mistakes we did?
Can’t we just accept our fate as star-crossed lovers?
That lays not a finger on each other, but desires that single touch and kiss.
Warmth it boils inside us, but cold we give off each other,
Do we prefer to implode than explode?
Never mind, the pain that accumulates,
This is an intoxicating game,
That witnesses both our attitude in playing it.
Until you die,
Do not exit the game yet.
Because I want us to work together,
To ****** this enchanted curse.