I might not have a sexy sultry voice, but I know the words to almost every song you know and would sing them to you for free.

Or if you ever decide to love me for me.

I might not be able to make mind-blowing poems, but I’m sure my love for you will blow your mind.

Because the greatest of poems are waiting in my heart for you to find.

I might not have slender legs and wear 4 inch heels, but I know how to bust a move in front of my mirror in my locked up room.

I might not know that despite it all you love me nonetheless.

But I’ve come to realize my PMS is such a mess.

Jakarta, 5 November 2011