Living With An Emotional Deficiency – III

III. If you promise to hear me out, I’ll explain, Why emotional responses are unhurried. Why I’m numb and expressionless initially. Truth is, I’m not cold. It just takes me time to recollect all my memories of similar incidents I’ve encountered, In movies, tv shows, novels and friends. I sift through the emotions they expressed, …

Talentless.

I once created literary art, With blood drawn from my broken heart. The words flowed endlessly, How could it not? With an abundance crimson fluid gushing out uncontrollably, As the cracks in my poor love centre elongated. Because of this, I was declared a lyricist in her prime. But I have watched my creativity sublime, …

Just Afraid.

You try to be the best I’ve ever had, But that doesn’t take much effort. You don’t know that, And I’ll never mention it. Not my experience with abuse, Not the insecurities bound to oxygen, flowing through my veins. I’m afraid you’ll be inspired, Afraid you’d come up with new methods of breaking my heart, …

Perfection.

Perfection was a myth before your presence became my resting place. Like flying pigs and purple rain, Like policemen and black lives matter, Like true love and soulmates, Perfection was created to instil hope. It didn’t exist. How could it? Why should it? But perfection was what I felt. It was you on a gloomy …

Would You?

Would you come lie next to me? Just one last time? I miss how it used to be Before this war crime. Would you ring my number? Just for today? Peace was hearing your voice fade away As I fell into a deep slumber Would you shorten my name? Just because I’d do the same? …