The pheromones I release,
Your pressure overwhelming,
Divine compliments I receive,
Your priceless cologne; suffocating.
Who am I without one to adore?
Who am I if not owned?
Am I to blame, if these suitors hold no allure,
A servant of romance as society condones.
This feeling you call lust,
Heartache; envy’s friend,
Up my throat, this taste of disgust,
This ‘longing’ I can’t comprehend.
Why do I face no desire for touch?
Where is my dream of prince charming?
The presence of another I feel not a must,
Flirtatious gestures I find alarming.
Your convincing vows of eternal companionship,
It’s a shame they all share a similar fantasy,
Your presence as a singular being; stripped,
Have you not heard, freedom by name is an ecstasy?
To be alone without dreading loneliness is a privilege,
Why add needless woes to a life best led untethered,
My love resides in other bonds I choose to acknowledge,
“Till you meet the one”, a line to which I stay unbothered.
Is it not known that solitude is the greatest luxury?
The need for a partner is a lifestyle so obsolete,
For amongst all desires I crave emotional privacy,
I for one, who chooses to remain as one, am perfectly complete.
By Shay Azman