OVER-COMFORTABLE

Having met her sweetheart

She got so comfortable in love

to listen to his complaints,

and correct her mistakes.

Too secured to notice he has changed.

“Braiding my hair no longer matters,

He has seen many of such on me.

I can now tie rapper 2-4-7

He knows how I look in a jean already.

I can now eat fats, anything is edible,

after all, he’s promised me eternity”

Words that only exist in the dico realm

She was so comfortable

until she comfortably lost her man,

to a woman who was uncomfortable,

so uncomfy with being lonely

and had to stop being jealous

about what makes her uncomfortable;

about her relationship.

FN: You need to realize that—a comfort zone is a beautiful place. Sadly, nothing that grew ever grows there.

PERFECT MATCH!

To find that perfect match;

who blends to your taste

believes in your tiny big dreams

never too busy to have your time

ready to share with you everything

even thy last penny,

and finds comfort only in your arms.

To find that perfect match;

loved and respected, yet feared.

Who scolds all wrong,

And then goes ahead to mop your flaws

even with kisses and sensations

that totally sweetens your libido.

To find that perfect match;

who takes you for who you are

sees beauty in your imperfections

And, ready to cherish them,

till thy dying day—

Is indeed the best prize

life can bestow a single soul.

PITY, NOT LOVE!

Gleefully,

She hurriedly packed her bags,

And left without no goodbyes,

Shortly after he told her that—

He’s no longer interested.

In a twinkle of an eye,

Life dawned upon him,

What he never wanted to believe,

That for the past ten years now,

He had been living with a prisoner,

In a cell,

Where they both called a home.