Monokuro Boo

You speak as if I'm a paper doll. You define my facade with the point of your pen. You clothe me with such chromatic thoughts. You fold me to whatever form you prefer. And then you smile, to see such physique you have beautifully crafted with your words, with your thoughts.

And you see a curl from my lips, seemingly forming a smile. Yet, it is not what you perceive. I am not smiling back at you.

Perhaps, the day will come that I shall, when you perceive is other than my physique. When you have conceived that I am a soul, not just a PRETTY PAPER DOLL.

--Lynn Nhuk


Friday, June 28, 2019

Promises

I may not be his first, his last, or his only?
He has cared about someone else before 
me, and possibly will again. . .
But he cares for me now, and that's all
that matters? I don't expect him to be
perfect because I know I'm flawed
as well. He may not think of me every
every second and may not be the center
of his universe. But he gave me a part
of him he knows. Can break? So,
I won't hurt him, or try to change him.
My only promise is that, I will make him
smile when he makes me happy, yell
yell when he makes me mad, miss him
when he is not there... Love him
like he'll never break my heart.

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