It’s more like happily never after. I know you would love to hear my story. Too bad there is no story;just solitude,all because my love could not love. Not just not love,but could not love me. This is intrinsic:The inside of me speaking. I would clamour for your heart but it would be null. Just whimpers of a nipper,or a nitwit if you may.
Oh dear heart,do you have to mosey to all the forbidden zones? Do you have to act like an oaf? Or maybe it was you. Your imagined eminent self. Your aloof self coated with avaricity. Your evasive self. All the negativity yet I was foolishly attracted to you like a novice positive charge. I chortle every time I recall what a big fool I was. Foolish enough to be chivvied into your unwilling heart,a herald of my peril.
You obfuscated my life now I can’t even recognise my own heartbeat,and to think you would serenede me with your heartbeat. Oh-so dumb. Once bitten,twice shy but my pliant heart begged for another try. Is this my perdition for being so stubborn? I vividly remember the day you walked away. I literally heard my heart shatter into pieces. You left me beleaguered. It seemed to be the perfect time for everything in this world to excoriate me;even the eyes on my own face.
Am I not woman enough for you? Was it your aim to leave me in rue? I thought we were too good to be true. It would be easy to clear you from the picture but my heart and soul demur simply because you enigmatically perused your way to the depths of me. Look at me now. A mundane mine.


