MADE-UP.

JUST.

This is not a one shot. Not a quote.

Nothing.

This is me. As raw and intimate I'll ever be.

Not then.

Not when our lips collided and our tongues danced their sizzle.

But when I was standing over your porch with my beating heart in my hands,and you looked away.

Cause c'mon that was unsightly.

I don't love you.Don't even use that word anymore.

But I trusted you.And that's something I re-learnt. Ofcourse, I feel the need to forget it again now.

That's how I've always been.Stir me,and I'll be broken.

I can see the days passing by.I know I'll make something of myself.

But there's one thing that I've learnt.

I'll never be enough.

And fuck you for making me feel that way.

Cause I've been trying my goddamn life but I'm tired,okay?

I can no longer stretch my smile or spread my legs.

I had dreams to take over this big bad world and show it a girl can rule.

But then a series of mellow boys broke me and I realised how hollow that blow was.

Just like the last one I gave you.

Cause we were desperately hanging on to intimacy to pull those dangling threads of us in a knot.

But relationships aren't as easy as making you hard.

And this Thursday morning,I am leaving you alone.

Passing into my own realm and it's already more passionate than we've ever been.