What am i doing?  Where is this going?  Nowhere, probably, for me.
I should leave.
I should stay.
I just don't want you to see me like this.
Taught - Distraught - entangled...

I've been away from my melancholy malaise but i'm home again.
I feel the imminent end
like the doors of a tomb closing in on me
or maybe it's the rays of light
blinding my stupidity.
I'm breaking down again.

Once again i thought we were a couple.
I thought we were together.
I'm so fucking stupid.
maybe i am sex to you?
You probably see other women.
6 more months with you
and tonight you introduce me as your "x"
Thanks for tellin me.

I am a fool.

I have to let go...i guess
i have to be alone...i guess
I don't want to
i wanna be with you
i want it to be mutual
but you won't let yourself love
you won't let yourself love me.
You're missing a great thing.

You may go, leave behind me.
Leave what you love to be alone.
You may not
but i think you're happier with a chip on your shoulder
and a sign saying "Done Wrong" on your chest.
It gives you a beef; a subject to write about.
For me, it's all wrong.
I write about love
i live for love
it's what binds us
You would know if you read my writing
If you interested, but you don't read.
You don't read me.
I've changed lives they say with my pen.
People around the world say it affects them, and effects them
but you never read...that alone has said volumes.

Maybe the blind is beginning to see...
   I want my lover to love me.
- By Thomasina Kundalini