He was like a good book that I refused to put down. The undeniable attraction, looks of passion and the silence that could deafen the world. Given that this was our first encounter in person, I felt like we were onto something. Maybe it’s a mutual feeling and possibly to blame for my lack of reservation. We woke up wrapped in passion. I was the ribbon and he was the post. Naturally, I prepared breakfast with sentiment. Hungry for more, yet still hungry for food; the plate was empty in a matter of minutes. Usually what ensues after a well proportioned meal is sleep. And so he did.

Wait…wait for my love dear pretty. Once the wait is over, my love will be good and plenty. Plenty of good…Hard, long love for you. And a passion known as unbelievably true. Let me stroke you with the feather of desire. Let me build a ladder with which from the cloud 9 you’re on. You can only go higher. Scream once for the way my heart yearns for your emotion. Scream ten times if in this love making, you feel my devotion…oh this ocean…wait… Baby wait for my love.

Broken from the way you loved Feigning for real love…not like… But strike…me with your truth. Hide me in this booth… Called your nook. From which I took. A break that had such depth. Such depth from which I was kept… Captivated by that space. This special place. Where your arm meets your side. And the hair growing in this region is a sign of pride. Oh how I…long for a longer time. But got you now, let your love be like wine. Let me drink you sweet. The temptation of moving I shall keep, keep, keep.

Sinking with the notion And yet the inquisitive decision puts my choice in motion. Move says those who can’t stay still Stay says those who are comfortable at will Take says they who give nothing in return Give says those who feel they have so much to learn Wandering hearts, lonely people Young and restless, yet immature and feeble…minded are we Yet foolish in love…Still, solitude and awareness Is what we dream of.

You couldn’t tell me anything back then. Especially if it had to do with him. But as time grew on my perception of him grew to be exceedingly thin. Through empty promises, and meaningless gifts; was how my heart allowed me to feel like this. Like a bagel with a corner chewed off in preparation to be consumed; my remaining heart was-as a result of his hunger for selfishness-left nothing but doomed. (Adapted from my poem called ‘Ace’)