Prey

He was preying my eyes, trying to seek any leak of possibilities of emotion: To prove that this is mutual. I shy away, cause I don’t want him to know that there’s nothing inside. I am a hollowed tree; tired and paranoid of my failure in love.

Romance is like dessert,

Addictive, sweet, and obese.

It is selfishnesses dressed in the name of devotion.

When you're on a diet, it is crucial for you to adopt new hobbies of food.