Don’t Love Me, I’m A Writer.

Please don't touch my soul, Not with those hands, black as coal. As I would relive every single moment, For years on end. And in my poetry, you would see your name, Like it was mine to reinvent. Our memories would stay trapped in my heart , As I am dramatic; an exclamation mark enveloped …

You Don’t Love Me.

While I hold my half empty bottle of sweet smelling red wine, I look at you in dismay, Because, you don’t love me, You just love the way that my hips sway, And twist and turn. Knowing it doesn’t matter how far I drift, I would always return, To a place of convenience. And once …

Me Too.

You make me smile and laugh and roll my eyes in attempt to hide my affection, Hide my excitement, Conceal the fact that you make me feel beautiful, brilliant, deserving of attention. With you, I experience unfamiliar emotions; Effervescence, comfort, the list goes on. In the absence of your presence, a sense of nostalgia, My …

Love Me. 

This was supposed to be a 'Find me, Love me, Marry me' trilogy which I planned on writing four years ago (here). How I completely neglected this for that long is beyond me. Maybe I'd wait another 4 years to write the last part. Anyway, here it goes... Love Me! I know that I am …