You don’t know how deep those words are for me. I rarely say that phrase, but for you I’m making an exception. I love you and I’m striving to be perfect for you. I love you and I want you to trust me when I tell you I do. I love you and I will…
Prose
You, Her, and Me
You’re a wonder. And since we met, I was never able to take myself away from you. I’m still wondering if you’re true, and I still have desires of wanting to prick you, see if it bleeds, and then confirm that you’re real. Yet I know you’re real. Much more like a dream – that…
The Girl in the Mirror
Stupidity is a contagious disease and you seem to have been inflicted. Once again you stand still, showcasing an image – a desperate image ready to endure the ironically unexpected outcomes of desperate expectations. You suffered several days of not being able to get up because of the emotional fevers and chills that wouldn’t go…
Questions of a Woman
If a woman would give it all, be it tangible or not, would she ever be loved by a man? If a woman would have herself confined within the walls of what a man dictates, would she ever be respected or at least treated fairly? If a woman would fully submit herself to the wills…
That Moonlit Night
The wind chimes tinkled in the gentle breeze. It was a beautiful moonlit night. She was standing in front of the door, the frigid cold piercing through her cashmere sweater. She had a glimpse of his car’s headlights from afar and let out a sigh of relief, and then a small smile. Kiss on the…