It just felt right because It was unnecessary drama.

Majestic(31)

Mickey is an introvert at its finest quality.

He experienced the shock of a lifetime.

A new phase of life, a new experience.

He too entered University pre-covid.

He was studying for a diploma in arts culinary while Ezzy was studying for a diploma in maritime management.

Mickey had difficulty making friends.

But it came around, Mickey got some friends.

Mickey also became more feminine.

It became every 3 months once thing, where we all meet up on google meet calls and chat, laugh and watch movies, and confess our undying love for each other organs(that on me, I enjoy terrorizing and blood)

Some friends stayed, and some left.

Lia remained an airhead about my love for her.

So it did hurt when she got pregnant by my bestie Yahiko after a drunk night after Comic Con.

Some love is better left unsaid.

After all, we all love differently.

Yahiko become my friend while I was in Japan. His family was my foster family in Japan.

I nearly wrangle Yahiko when I got a call from a crying Lia saying she is 10 weeks pregnant and she was not a virgin because she got drunk one night and had sex.

After coaxing her for nearly an hour, she fesses up to what happened.

Yahiko was sleeping with one eye open for a week.

Aran just shrugged off his boyfriend's infidelity.

Aran is kinda polygamous, he loves Yahiko but at times he just happened to think like me and I would just shrug it off if Miyuga or Yukio were to ever fall out of love with me and decides to cheat on me. It is not because I don't love them, I am obsessed with them with all my soul but I don't want to bound someone with my twisted love.

If you love me, rot in my love, let my love be an everlasting Hades for you.

I am aware, I think a little twisted.

Well, what can I say?

I sign a deal with the Devil.

Is something wrong with me because I didn't cry watching this but I am happy with solace in my soul

The aftermath of losing a child

I never had a child to comprehend

I was a child

Is it gay to know the parents got through the grief of losing the soul that binds them

They didn't love me

How could they?

Is the child the only thing that binds them?

I don't know what love is or what is to love or to ever love someone or something

Is it a sense of superiority or is it a sense of comfort to know your heart can be calm

I lack the fever to love or to be loved or either feel love

I may have a written few poems on love but I with passion do hate love

For me, love is a nightmare that I itch to forget

Is it right to say I abhor love but yet I ache to dwell the love

How do I write a love story or a love poem if I can't feel that feeling myself

I feel I don't know but I know that nightmare feels like

To watch my love blackened overnight

White is my love

Violet is my obsession

Red is my moon

My heart is cold

I have been told my grammar and verbal
vocabulary is a shame but I never care because it is just words I use

I use my words to manipulate

If you think I feel my words

How angelic of you my dear for you are wrong because I manipulate with an obsession to be the Devil.

I signed a deal with the Devil.

Hey, Mere Mortals...

Now I write poems...

Yesterday I write tales... Tomorrow I might be an author or a wild soul that writes in boredom...

Watch the short movie "I will always love you", it might make you cry, since your heart still knows love

My father is a bastard while my mother is someone I love and hate at the same time.

I hate how I love my killer.

Truth beholds, I fear humans.

I was told, I am too nice for my good.

Child, I can kill you in a blink of an eye.

Would I still be too good for you?