I think for the first time in a long time I am being haunted by the memories of a lover. For a long time, I have thought that something was wrong with me. I have thought that I may have incurred an incurable disease that makes me unable to feel pleasure. I could achieve it …
I look in the mirror and I see the reflection of me, not the me that I like but that I despise. She’s nothing like the image of me in my head. She’s worse. She’s a thorn in my side. She’s the person I try so desperately hard not to be but here she is looking …
He can never be what I want him to be because he isn’t supposed to be what I want. Not because he’s a bad person or anything, but because I know what I want, and I can clearly see that he isn’t that. I’m just preparing for disappointments if I choose to be with him. …
GRIEF I have never lost someone to the hands of death before, more so to the hands of life. I have lost people to the circle of life. To people choosing to leave my life for whatever reason or for the circumstances of life drifting us apart. In particular I have noticed certain patterns that …
You know I could just keep quiet and enjoy the benefits of my silence but that’s not what I want. I have not asked for much but for you to show me the affection you always speak of to me. Yet you find it so difficult to do. The moment I ask for material things …
He lies to me all the time. He thinks that I don’t know it, but I do. I know every single lie he has ever told me from the moment we met. The obvious question would be ‘why are you still with him?’. Then the obvious answer would be that it’s because I like his …
How did I get my scars? Memories that will haunt me till the day I die. I’m not scared of those memories; I’m scared of what would happen if I decided to actually sit down and remember every horrifying detail. Do you know what it feels like to be bitten by a scorpion and have …
I had tried my best to get him to come back home. I had given him his space in the first two days then I immediately called on the morning of the third day and that was the only day he had answered my call. I called him every day but he neither declined nor …
Once upon a time, I slept and woke to an empty bed. I wasn’t surprised though; I had every right to be alone. It wasn’t like I had committed an abominable crime though, but I had hurt him in a much worse way. We were seated on the living room sofa, having just finished watching …
We decided to switch roles for the night and that was exactly why I am handcuffed to the bedpost in nothing but my boxer shorts. She is dressed in a very short lingerie dress. More precisely a black lace dress that stopped directly beneath her butt, it held her breasts firmly while dangling freely below. …
