dear dom dom dom
i hope i'v got the spelling o so right
cos i aint allowed to call u domeeenicc
or don chen
or ccc
or anything that i'v called u before i broke up with you
(the last part of tt sentence is the truth and not your version)


perhaps, its my turn to state my pov to clear the air
not that it'l make any difference
cos what does?
except for the fact on how you never fail to put me down
to criticize me like f crap


i aint here to listen to those shit
even if u ever think i am shit
that my eye makeup isnt nice
or my excessive amount of fats' gettin in the way
or the way u dislike me singing
cos u nv fail to disrupt me singing by interrupting me
or boogy woogying in the car seems like a crime
or my dressing's way too normal for you
and never pretty enough
or the way one of my fav floral tops
look like your grany's pjs and ur bro's boxers
or the way sending me home by bus is soo outta the way
cos it's troublesome
ever wondered how many times i'v travelled all the
darn way home from your place, mister?
the way u really make me feel so f imperfect
perhaps the only thing i'm pretty uncertain
is whether u like my flaws
or my perfections (which prolly equates to zero to u)
cos 1: u really do enjoy criticizing me
or 2: you just like me for some superficial reasons
like, showing me off to your dear friends
without giving a hoot if i'd mind or not


fyi: not every part of my previous post is pertaining to you
if you percieve it in that manner
you know ther's no way i'll stop u frm doing so
it all just boils down to you not knowing me well enough


it's the feeling,
like if we ever bump into school
you'll look direction a
i'll look direction b
no intersection
mere strangers
the way we began didnt we?
and the way you wanted us to end