Her
Your words sting like angry bees,
Piercing into soft tender tissues of my heart,
It’s just been 3 months but you’re so insensitive to my emotions and impatient to understand me, so what’s the point?
Why stick around, with a sense of entitlement for how my life plays out.
Love is easy, you made it hard.
As ambitious as it is, you made it stupid,
Love is true, but it was all fun and games for you.
It’s vulnerable, yet you made it tight,
Love is a mystery yet again it became vague just as shallow as you programmed yourself to be.
So now I ask,
Was it worth?
The lies, The mood swings that led after each lie told.
Was it worth it though?
The unnecessary fights,
The late night calls,
As dopamine eases it way out your face from each notification pop up, a feeling so euphoric , while I lay right beside you acting all asleep. All The sleep overs at Lilian’s, damn!! I should have known better.
Fortunately you’re a broken disc to play in my drive. So please no need to shed a tear your bags are full, so just pick them and bounce.
Pam Rwang…
(JARAM)
@yourpenship