The story of my emotions

Is perhaps my favourite ghost story

Speak to my heart and hear the sonic

Resounding over my cavity.


Purge the thought that im self-righteous

Instead, pair me with the worst the world

Has to offer — little to nothing as compensation;

As favours, nor do I expect any.


Gray matter splattered on paper

Verses serve as a testimony

Of my multifaceted personality;

Idealistic, pragmatic, cynic

No stranger to frustrations of my ambiguity.

Regardless, I work the curve…

Learnt to love me, learnt to love you

But I can’t teach you, how to love you

For you.


– Original-Dante ©2017


Art by:  RHADS