I wish I caught chickenpox two months and two weeks ago.
Who would have imagined the painful discomfort,
to have a direct correlation with remodelling my rationality.
Even after a speedy recovery and two weeks later, the scars
on my otherwise genetically-blessed-clear-face, and all over
my rather well shaped body symbolises a deep story.
Life is not worth wasting on those who don't care enough.
As insomnia struck night after night, mixing thoughts with
nightmares and episodes of Vampire Diaries excessively
watched through out the day on a laptop balanced on my
torso as I laid on my sick bed, I had plenty of time to think.
I thought about how Mr. X only contacts me when he
needs comfort, solace, assurance, care, all on his terms.
Mr. Y, only to gloat how he just had *** or if he needed
an ego boost, and he stopped texting all together long ago.
Mr. Z, who I thought was going too well to be true bailed
after our first date got cancelled due to me catching the pox.
All in all at every stage in my life for the past decade,
I have wasted my time on a Mr. Wrong and it's pathetic.
Apart from having a date on Valantine's day, making out,
endless string of inspiration to write shallow poetry,
I have gained nothing but heart break and sad memories.
The one time my mother would quote Beyonce to say,
they all turned out to be the best thing I never had.

The nightmare voice
is whispering to me again
Telling me you don't belong to me
The acoustics are driving me insane.

I tried to tell you I am the messiah
In a hope that you'd compromise my anticipation
as to be a king
Really I'm just obsessed
And Wendy I'm obsessed with you
I'm only obsessed with you.

Elvis never inspired your prophet
Things were stolen
Sweet scented flowers were crushed
and destroyed - Such beauty left as junk
and tho a ****** was *****
Jesus lit no candles for this punk.

I tried to tell you
I was the only valantine
                               for you
In a hope that you'd pity what is true
from my direction
Romeo and Juliet didn't have a clue
Of love's perfection
But by and by we all take the ride
Just an alibi for suicide
Really I'm just obsessed
And Wendy I'm obsessed with you
I'm only obsessed with you.
Just you

Moonshine stars align
Two ropes choosed to intertwine

Something happening something divine

when the clock hits nine
It is time for our valantine
I am getting ready for the dine
I  order your favourite dish
And for me some wine.

Something happening something divine

While we are waiting let me tell you the story of theboy who thought he will never be fine
Who could set all the day doing nothing but to whine
who always has looked for his anodyne
Who didn't know you will be the plot twist of his storyline.

You wonder what we are?
Pittiless wave and shoreline
Red petals and carmine
Something happening something divine.