Restless Night

He's a visitor in the house
round and irregular in shape...

He's been told to share my room with me
a circumstance I have autocratic power
to overrule...

I snuggled in bed like a hibernating bear
under the oozing cool of the air conditioner
while the visitor lay side by side...

Unfortunately, it was one of those days
the nightowls gather for their meeting...

Mine

THEIRS was a love that had been established...

I have a good heart. Yes, a heart that has allowed so much into it;

but yet I can't hold on to one and be proud to call it my own.

I get sweeped by those who have their halves, those who wants a fling

now or after, those who have a family already but just looking for a game.

I'm seen as a stunt double, the character that exists in the background without

any tangible attention, whose manager decides his fate now and then to scrap off

the budget because his role doesn't matter or count...

I have learnt to accept myself this way, maybe I really don't fit into life's plan for two?

I console myself most nights, even in monologue in my bathroom. I have become myself's halve.