balqis-fauziah - Hello Poetry

But why would you choose to love broken? When the world is already in pieces? Aren't you supposed to want whole, loved, and good? Why would you work that much harder to search for me, just to prove I deserve love still? Underneath my darkness, the picked at scabs? I'm the ever so little amount of grains that could barely fit on your pinky finger. Filled with numbered happiness, unguaranteed strength for the people around her. For hersel-- myself. I am not worth saving. I am the whole universe, without all the stars, moons, planets. Just infinite black holes.

0

Mar 27, 2016

Mar 27, 2016 at 6:57 PM UTC

balqis-fauziah

just infinite black holes

But why would you choose to love broken? When the world is already in pieces? Aren't you supposed to want whole, loved, and good? Why would you work that much harder to search for me, just to prove I deserve love still? Underneath my darkness, the picked at scabs? I'm the ever so little amount of grains that could barely fit on your pinky finger. Filled with numbered happiness, unguaranteed strength for the people around her. For hersel-- myself. I am not worth saving. I am the whole universe, without all the stars, moons, planets. Just infinite black holes.

4

I want to be able to miss you until my heart aches. Maybe it’s because I’m trying to reassure myself that the walls I’ve built around myself have not affected my ability to love–especially loving someone that deserves the mountains and all the dandelions that have managed to not just grow, but dance, on the summits.

0

Mar 7, 2016

Mar 7, 2016 at 7:38 PM UTC

balqis-fauziah

they're funny. Photo albums.

I want to be able to miss you until my heart aches. Maybe it’s because I’m trying to reassure myself that the walls I’ve built around myself have not affected my ability to love–especially loving someone that deserves the mountains and all the dandelions that have managed to not just grow, but dance, on the summits.

1

Without you here, I've been able to name stars after myself And ***** my fingers on roses that I've planted in my own garden I've read and written poetry because I have identified myself with confidence and happiness And the throbbing constant ache is at a dull hum I'm foliated sketches and the dog-earing of my favorite pages. I am the prayer I say at night before bed and the gratitude I feel in the morning And without you here, I am still all of those and so much more Without you here I am so much more

0

Feb 24, 2016

Feb 24, 2016 at 5:01 AM UTC

balqis-fauziah

it's 2 am and I'm okay

Without you here, I've been able to name stars after myself And ***** my fingers on roses that I've planted in my own garden I've read and written poetry because I have identified myself with confidence and happiness And the throbbing constant ache is at a dull hum I'm foliated sketches and the dog-earing of my favorite pages. I am the prayer I say at night before bed and the gratitude I feel in the morning And without you here, I am still all of those and so much more Without you here I am so much more

11

You are so extraordinary. It almost hurts to think that you might’ve thought otherwise, at least once.

0

Jan 3, 2016

Jan 3, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC

balqis-fauziah

read my lips, feel my heartbeat

You are so extraordinary. It almost hurts to think that you might’ve thought otherwise, at least once.

4

I'm rereading poetry I wish are my own I'm listening to the recording of rain I'm playing scenarios in my head I wish I can be doing and feeling I'm closing my eyes Hoping to cling on to dreams Where I have a better sense Of who I am A new me, a better version Rather than the me I am right now.

0

Dec 24, 2015

Dec 24, 2015 at 5:55 PM UTC

balqis-fauziah

Mindless wishing

I'm rereading poetry I wish are my own I'm listening to the recording of rain I'm playing scenarios in my head I wish I can be doing and feeling I'm closing my eyes Hoping to cling on to dreams Where I have a better sense Of who I am A new me, a better version Rather than the me I am right now.

11

I am alive. Once the tears no longer sting my sadness starts feeding off the intensity of the fire inside me And for a little while I am the calm inside the storm. Until I'm not. And I explode Stardust shower my passion It washes away the fallacious It gnaws clean the misery I conjure up sentences I've pent up For so long There's an enchantment to the truth I've been seeking And found. Seized, Sorrowed, Shattered I will no longer be the synonyms of sorry. I have found. I am found. Because the way I see it, I am alive on words.

0

Dec 24, 2015

Dec 24, 2015 at 4:35 PM UTC

balqis-fauziah

No longer broken

I am alive. Once the tears no longer sting my sadness starts feeding off the intensity of the fire inside me And for a little while I am the calm inside the storm. Until I'm not. And I explode Stardust shower my passion It washes away the fallacious It gnaws clean the misery I conjure up sentences I've pent up For so long There's an enchantment to the truth I've been seeking And found. Seized, Sorrowed, Shattered I will no longer be the synonyms of sorry. I have found. I am found. Because the way I see it, I am alive on words.

20