1:07 AM - Feel Good Supper Chats, Over A Sleepless Night With My Dearest Kase

One evening, you leave your shoes at the door and come home to me.

There is this sarcasm in me you’ve picked up (over the years) and accuse me of the soft violence.

The air was intense and i hit you.

You thought it was funny but not really, so the kitchen island was right across and i pushed you over and you fell.

You hated me so badly, more so over time and we were reluctantto unravel this insanity, quater of me wants to leave you out to this vicious part of love, eating you inside out, another quater wants to see the irony of pleasure and pain i inflict on us.

Oh the power to do so!

The rest of the half, to love you more intensely than any gem in the world. you are hurting.

You are happy.

There is a dry surrender to these, to us.

I am tired being myself, and with you, we become ghosts.

I wish us happy ever after.

- Kase Tan