this is a void;
an empty space
where dreams lie unfulfilled.
its the moment that you
spend all night awake,
just thinking about it,
imagining it with high pixel detail
again and again,
but doesnt happen in the end
cos you screw it up so bad.
the single strand -
thinner than the pasar malam's
cheap dragon beard candy,
that breaks,
cos you weren't loved
like how you wanted to be.
its like waking up
unpretty,
without the voice you needed
to hang on the line
and put down the phone
only after you did.
(not before)
the space frozen in time
where you question
your worth,
if you're skinny enough
or good enough
or the right person
or too demanding
or just plain not-the-one
for your significant other.
you psycho-analyse
yourself,
like a treatment session with Freud.
Doctor, what is wrong with me?
but you can never find the answer.
when no one whom you FEEL like
talking to and asking for help
is able t spare you the time
cos they had a bad day
and/or is too tired, too busy, stressed out
(circle where appropriate)
and you jst give monosyllabic answers
cos part of you doesnt care
and the other part is waiting for someone
to do the caring.
this is a void;
voids don't have endings.
some are never filled.
__SMILE (:
|10:45 PM|