Category: Relationship


They make fun of me

Because I’m single

They say I only pretend to be free.

I’m shackled and tormented they say

As if being single is such a discomfort

They say it in such a way

As if I will never know happiness in any day

Yes, almost everytime they ask my why

When the question ought to be is, why not?

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Don’t Understand

They couldn’t and don’t understand her

Often wondering why she prefers to be alone

Why she wouldn’t want to be in relationships

Why she’d rather grow old by herself.

She couldn’t let them understand

That her happiness was not tied to relationships

That she was happiest being alone

Had Hope

My 20 something self did hope

But I’ve reached the end of my rope

I never found him and he never came

It was like a cat and mouse game

So it all ends the same.

Now I’ve embraced my alone-ness

No longer scared of sadness

Commitment is on the past for me

For I had hoped before

And I think that’s enough, even more

Kind Of Man

Gentle and soft enough

Apart from being tough

Who knows how to get rough

And yet still a gentleman

I’m not looking for the perfect guy

I don’t want someone who would bribe me with the material things he can buy

I want the things money can’t buy

The kind of man who’s got talent, funny, and smart

The one that likes to talk to me, for a start

The kind who’s not obsessive

Not possessive

The kind that let’s me do my thing

The kind that makes me feel the “zing”

That’s my kind of man

Plan

And she devised a plan

Her heart will belong to no man, no one

She will share to the world her love

And decided to let everyone fill it

Not let it be kept by one person

The Idea

And on he went by telling me that he has fallen for me

I ask him why, what made him look my way

He says the mystery of me is a curious thing for him

So I say,

“You are not in love with me.

You are in love with the idea of me.

Of the what could be, what will be, what you and I could do,

Or would do. Of the idea that I could be it, the one, the lifetime.

You are in love with the future that has yet to unfold, which most girls might like

However,

That is not what I see.

I see the now, the boy who has no idea of what he truly wants.

The boy aimlessly moving along and bringing along whatever he is attracted to.

I see a boy lost in the fairytales hoping the princess would come and save him from loneliness.

That is not what I want.

I want a man who can stand on his own

Who agrees to disagree with me

Whose idea is like and unlike my own and respects it

A man who battles with me, for me, and will stand by me

A man who has sense and intelligence and emotion.

You may not see the difference”, I said to him.

“Because you are a boy who still has yet to grasp the idea of what it is to be a man.”

Remain Single

Is it so wrong that I prefer to be alone?

To choose not to “settle down”

To just be single for the rest of my life

To not want what most want

To just be by myself

Tell me, is it so wrong?

He picked me up and we danced away

Shooting stars lifted us up

Away we went through misty moonshine

As the sun rose from the west

End Of It All

Follow the stars towards the open field of rainbows

Walk towards where the sound of the river and the songs of the birds mingle

Smell the cherry blossoms amd the tulips as they greet your coming

At the end of it all

My love will be waiting for you

Mr Opposite 

We were always opposite

I liked a mug of coffee

He preferred tea

He fell in love with sunsets

While I’ve aways preferred when it rises

He had charm and talked a lot

I kept quite and observed

He was unsure of me

I was certain of him

And that was the biggest opposite we had

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