Am tired of chasing you down that alley.
Am tired of calming you down just to say something.
Am tired of hoping for a change yet here I am praying.
Am tired of convincing myself to stay.

Am not a thing that you could proclaim and own.
Am not a thing where your anger could be thrown.
Am not a thing that you think has no emotion.
Please do respect me even if you’re the queen on my thrown.

Am not your mother that could constantly provide your needs.
Am not the internet that could always share topics or feeds.
Am not a pet that sees only you.
Am not a prisoner that you could restrain and follow your woo.

We are partners that see the world in different definitions.
Even if together, there are times that we experience different situations.
We are one in heart but still two individuals in two locations.
Expect we do things that are not in each other’s expectations.

I beg your heart to speak even when you’re mad.
I don’t like to read your tantrums and to make me feel bad.
I don’t know if I have become selfish or have rot
But without you, how will I know if am not?