I was whining for you all my life,
From the first realization till these letters
I begged. I threatened. I gave up,
But building your imagine nonetheless.
The appeal of being anyone’s wife,
Still eludes me. Must be parading errors.
I snicker. I miss, long, like a pup,
But the Universe couldn’t care less.
Till this line I am failing to express
what exactly I am asking for
I just… please…
I want to feel whole.