Christine Tjia

With the permission of a fren, I blog this ...

Sleepless nights are my companion,
Loneliness has been my skin.
Where is the hug that once was so warm?
Where is the love that once was keen?

Honeymoon has long been over,
Distance in bed does reside.
Problem has once again appear,
Ignorance in silence will arise.

Why is it one when it takes two?
Why does the rose poke me full?
It is not once, it is not twice,
Why is it the same and no surprise?

Again and again, it happens.
I am the only one to bear.
Empty promise is the fashion.
Calling me spoilt, you do dare.

I am a woman of my words,
I want to make it work.
It ain’t easy to be her,
When no appreciate is perked.

PMS, it may be,
Story, perhaps, it is.
Excuses, they really are,
Why can’t you see them afar?

Smiley and chirpy I pretend,
It’s easier to not offend.
Silence and sleep I will get,
Deep inside, I am really sad.

It is weird,
You give me no comfort,
It is convenience,
You think I am not hurt.

These may be harsh,
These may be wrenching,
It may not seem loving,
But it is only the truth I am telling.

I can’t tell you in person,
You wouldn’t understand.
I place my help in words,
Hoping it will not sink in sand.

Please don’t sleep on it,
Please know me more.
I am exhausted,
Can we try it once more?