Obsession

When I kept saying that when I get a lover, I wanted him to be obsessed with me I didn’t mean this much though. Be careful what you wish for they said. A little too late for caution now isn’t it. I got exactly what I wanted. A man who breathes me. A man that

ME

I don’t think I’ve never talked about relationships and dating, and stuff like that on here but I think I should. Not today though. As usual life has brought another lesson to my doorstep. It wasn’t one that I am unfamiliar with, but it wasn’t something I particularly noticed. It’s just something that has happened

The Feeling Of Letting Go

Everything hurts. Watching you leave was painful enough, but watching you love someone else, now that’s heart wrenching. Especially knowing that you could never love me the way I knew you could. You weren’t even mine to begin with so why does it hurt so much. It hurts because that I am yours. I loved

Reaper

I don’t consider my behaviour to be unusual, at least not in the beginning. I considered it as a mild curiosity, usually how it starts isn’t it. You see something that interest you and it causes you to be curious. You would want to know something’s about it at first, then the more you know

He Came Back

I can’t exactly explain myself in the way that feels sane, especially after the things that happened to me the last time. I don’t think there is even a possible same manner to describe my behaviour after such a traumatic experience. It’s been weeks, months even since I invited my nightmare into my home and

His View

In this large planet we live in there’s so much to explore. So many beautiful and interesting places. So many experiences and new activities to enjoy. Numerous adventures abound so much so that it is almost impossible to say you’ve done it all or experienced it all. Because even as you experience some more are

What A Waste!

Another wasteful sexual encounter. At this point I should just give it all up and become a nun. Finally just give up all this baseless sexcapades. All talk and no fucking work. I don’t know which one was worse this one or the last one. The worst part? They all keep grinning like toddlers that

A Letter to Her

You call, he doesn’t answer. You text, he doesn’t reply. You are always there for him; he’s never there for you. You give him full parts of yourself, he gives you pieces of crumbs of who he is. He says one thing but does another.  You deserve so much more than this. You know it

He isn’t him

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.

Wants

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