You treated me like I was your toy,
I had plans to become your boy,
I thought of what all,
But never imagined this fall.

The fall of our love,
The fall I will serve,
This isn’t what I deserve,
I thought our love could preserve.

Yet we are standing here,
With eyes full of tears,
We could have been peers,
If you had kept me as your dear.

Instead, you asked me to help you,
I thought this was to grow closer,
But you were just my player,
and your game ---a love slayer.

I would give you that,
You are a very good liar,
And I am just a cryer,
Now start finding your new buyer


Wrong is what I am not,
for even after your plot
My heart still loves you,
All it is perceives blue.

Are you happy now,
After treating me like a cow,
Is your personal vendetta complete,
can I find someone else to please.

But I will still ask you,
Why did you choose me,
What made me a key,
What is that you plea?

When I see your photo,
Tears fill my eyes,
my hairs start to rise,
While my mind still ask---
“Why me?”

My love for you was true
But you treated me like your crew
Now I need something strong to brew
To forget that you ever flew

She wanted to remain pure,
unstained,
unpoked.
She had toyed with getting a tattoo
but realised it wasn’t
individual anymore.
But she was in need of validation.
Was she past her peak? She’s still cool right?

The needle stuck into her skin like the scent of an old lover. It left a fizzy sensation behind.
The ink spread.
She kept poking,
stabbing,
stick n poking.

What emerged was a star.

Startled,
strained by Tar,
scarred,
her sparkle faded.