I’m Not Happy, I’m Not Delightened

Tonight is the night, been 9 months since we were first met.

It’s such a pleasure when i knew you – stranger foreign beauty – entered into my open door, poured precious things i’d never had.

When i met you, i hope that we’d always fine. I hope that you could define me as what-they-called “Soulmate” instead of our “Quickie relationships”

I define you as my georgeous-precious angel come from up above, would bring me happiness nor sadness.

It’s so simple, right? And you told me how beautiful i was, and how perfect i was at that night.

Life is sooo damn beautiful, even it’s only for two nights!

Did you feel my heartbeat?

“Baby, I’m so happy to have you, I’m so lucky to know you…”

Then, everything goes not in a proper lane, you said that i’m too worth to be yours,

You said that i’m so perfect so that you couldn’t afford me.

Oh Lord…

Next thing was, I’m not happy. I don’t feel any happiness shimmering my infant soul.

Yes, i was an infant! I realized it all…

Intuition told me that you’re lie, you’re wrong, and you’re worthless.

I don’t like you stab my heart like this, and it’s not a great thing to do.

Honey… You used me, broke me, hurt me, shook me. And  i can’t breathe easily.

I know i’m such a fool, but i just don’t get it all right…

Why?

Cuz, I’m Not Happy, I’m Not Delightened.

It’s Not Love,

Cuz Love doesn’t have to hurt, doesn’t have to feel pain.

And I’m Not Happy with it, darl…