If I gave you my heart
Would you treat it as a priceless part?
Would you love me in return?
Or would you set it on fire and watch me burn?
Would you value and cherish?
As a pure thing without blemish?
Or you treat it as trite?
As though my love will never suffice?
Would you handle it with devotion and care?
Or rather like another 'chose sans valeur'? 
(After all you always did prefer her, 
From her fairer skin to her darker hair..)

If I gave you my heart
A beautiful 'oeuvre d'art'
An embodiment of my strengths, fears and aches,
A cradle of fortitude yet with a tendency to break
Would you allay all my fears?
Would you help seal the cracks?
Would you love me back?
Or would you just be another avenue of tears?

#BlueRain
2016

I like reading alone,
I like drinking tea by myself,
and eating without anyone else.
I like listening to music alone,
I like painting by myself,
and walking without anyone else.

But when I see
A mother and her child,
Two best friends
Or a pair of lovers

I realize that
even though
I like being
alone,
I hate
being
lonely.

The sheets, I folded
after I get out of bed.
Sigh, another day of being a wife.
Oh, how I love life!

Obligated to make breakfast
for my partner while watching a weather forecast
and me holding a knife.
Oh, how I love life!

He, meeting his friends every night.
I would attempt to start a fight
for I wish to end up as his ex-wife.
Oh, how I love life!

Between the lines of love and hatred,
you’re the only one I tolerated.
This scene, for us, is rife.
Wow, this is true-to-life!