I’m laughing at his jokes, giving my affirmations, I accept apologies, never bothering for justifications, The highs are worth the lows, He’s the one I consciously chose, Yet, I am not okay… Wearing my best smile and a dress to match, Keep saying ‘I’m so lucky’ because he’s a catch, His attention makes my heart sway Every touch takes my breath away, Still, I am not okay… Great at romantic gestures and flattering speech, His presence is like sunset on a beach, I feel like a queen on his arm, Always spell bounded by his charm, However, I am not okay… Next to him, I am not me, I hold on tight, but I yearn to flee, Masking bitterness with sarcasm, Being cheerful like faking an orgasm, Yes, I am not okay… I say ‘yes’ when my guts are screaming ‘no’ Our perfect relationship is just for show, He turns a blind eye to me blowing up his phone, I end up crying my eyes out, curled up all alone, Obviously, I am not okay… I’m stuck in a rut, it’s pathetic, He calls me crazy, never sympathetic, I run away and then come crawling back, Thinking he makes up for all the things I lack, To conclude, I am not okay…
Gloria was born with a passion for writing and The Witty Minds is where she flaunts her creativity. She is a health and fitness freak, movie buff, animal lover, and coffee addict.