You the one told people that you love me, not me.
You the one who like being teased about us, not me.

I don't love you, don't you get it?
Leave me alone.
Just let me cry by myself.
Let me let out my anger by myself.
I don't need you to help me, to comfort me.

When i was a happy little girl
I always got bad dream about
a girl locked herself in bedroom
cuts at her arms
scars all over her body.

I was curious what's wrong about it.

Then, i growing up and I finally understand. Those nightmares are about me. Myself when I'm a teenager.

I often times imagine, as I
kiss him, what it would feel like,
to be pressing my lips tightly
against yours.

When I lay down at night
and close my eyes, I picture you,
laying next to me, and what your,
warm embrace might feel like.

I dream often about you,
sometimes we are in love,
other times I see you with her,
and I wake up heartbroken.

But then I realize, I am the
real heart-breaker here, and maybe,
it is just all exciting and new, and that is why,
it feels so good to feel this way.

Love as we know it 
May be elusive for some
Some go the distance to prove their ardor
Some decided that suicide is their best alleviation
And some didn’t even get both.

We seek love in all forms
We try to fathom the imminent outcome to what’s already there
We may be deceived, forlorn or highly exultant 
It’s like we were programmed to expect the unexpected
In either both good & bad conclusions.

Most of us bury the mounts of elation in a single episode
Not knowing what’s in the offing 
The least of us forever waiting 
For that love that never ceases
And yet we see most of us are happily married.

I figured,
It will happen one day
You may be heartbroken by your vilest past, 
Demurred by your preferences 
or 
Diligent to your prior responsibilities at hand


But it will happen
No matter what..
Cause I always believed that
**God Is Fair.