I’m an open book:I let you write in me. I’m the deepest ocean:I let you dive in me. I let you swim with my vulnerable heart;with the currents and the blues.
I thought you were the one for me…that we would last forever but…thoughts only exist in the mind and I was just a paraphernalia of your paramount quest for supremacy. You intrigued me only to leave me piqued…a recluse. The inflection in your voice when you told me you wanted some kind of forever with me. The ardour in your eyes when you held mine. Ardent in every single syllable that emanated from those lips. Those insatiable lips.Oh boy!
I speak with incandescence not because of what you did,but because of what I failed to do. Failing to figure out your devious aim yet it was clear just before me. You know ,I used to wonder why I would never grasp the concept of reciprocals in my maths class only to find out that you were the cause simply because you did not reciprocate my love. I detested myself for always botching things up,for being the bane of my existence, but it was all you.
All you ever cared about was yourself. I did a grave mistake to kowtow you because it only increased your uppity giving you apt reason to take me for granted. All the lies besmirched love in my life. You killed me inside leaving me empty,fit to live among the living dead: Somebody please resuscitate me. And when I had had enough I asked you to tell me one more lie;just one more lie and all descended when you said…”I love you”.
