My Poison-Love

There's no hope left for me, especially not where love is concerned. Why can't a single relationship last? If not forever, then why not just for a few months? Are members of the opposite sex so repulsed by commitment, that they are willing to cherish their bachelorhood and freedom at the risk of being lonely, bitter and miserable old men someday? Is this what love has been reduced to? Mere intimacy and goodbyes soon after? Maybe it's just not my time right now, but Time sure isn't waiting for me and may even come to an unexpected end, sometime in the future. I'm beginning to believe that It (Love) doesn't even exist. That it just came about as a concept from literature, theatre and the arts, created by romantic fools such as I, who've stuck their heads permanently into the clouds and never seem to come down to their senses. Fools who refuse to see what's right infront of them and instead take off onto an unfamiliar path which ultimately proves dangerous to them.Well, I resign myself to fate and whatever it has in store for me, even if it means killing myself slowly with the poison that threatened to take my life 7 years ago. Time to continue drudging through this never-ending road of nothingness called 'Life' and prove myself as a source of amusement for the mighty and twisted Creator (whom I'm not even sure,exists).

Prince of The Ball

His pampered-brat facade, which I was unfortunately exposed to, conceals a charming and pleasant side of him which would want to make any girl dance with him and forget the world around her. His calming voice, light laugh and twinkling eyes only serve to highlight a beauty that is unique to him and him alone. He moves on his feet with the grace and agility of a panther and sleeps like one as well; with an eye always alert and on the lookout for any sign of his prey. His touch feels like newly spun silk and he cleverly disguises his possessiveness with a charm which would lead no woman to stray. He commands attention, affection and loyalty; all of which he gives in abundance to those he truly cares about. He has a temper which stays for only a split second before it gives rise to the most radiant smile seen on the face of the planet. He promises neither commitment nor fairytale ending; but every fiber of his body and soul cry out for just that. It is a pity that his beautiful soul yearns to cut short a life of love and merriment by abusing the body it has been gifted, through smoke and poison. But it is only a matter of time before he realizes that he deserves all the love in the world and much more than that.