Anissa Cherif: Poems

169 · Dec 2018

Anissa Cherif Dec 2018

Your smile like a million stars dancing around as they light up the sky

So now that it's over I just have to ask why?

Maybe I was too naive to see the way I saw you you did not see me..

Let go him they all say...Be free!

And I did, I brushed it off acting as if my heartbreak was nothing

Its a new art form showing people how little we care so why keep bothering?!

I hate this weight in my heart that has your name on it

While your heart burns with the passion of her love, which seems to keep your heart so well lit…

I was here for you with open arms so why was I never good enough...?

But now you’re hers as much as I wish I could bluff.

These memories I cling onto crying

At the end of the day for you IT MEANT NOTHING

Credit to Emillie Seilhan for convincing me to publish this! Be sure to follow her Emi if u read this Tysm for being there for me! I loved writing poems with you I feel like we both have a similar mindset when it comes to poems we should do it again sometime.

162 · Nov 2018

Fake

Anissa Cherif Nov 2018

Fake

I grin and smile

   But on the inside I feel empty

     I gaze up at him shyly acting as naive and love infested as
       possible

   But deep down I feel nothing and never will

    You don't love me we both know so so why do we pretend

     This wall I have put around myself full of colors and happy
        emotion is slowly cracking and the poison on the inside seeps
          through

      They noticed

       My laughter got hollower

        Every time I smile I don't turn heads because it's always a sad
        one

         My 2 worlds are colliding

         And eventually they’ll all leave

          The false love and fake friendship was not real to begin with I knew that of course

            But it gave me a happy illusion

             The illusion I wasn't alone

               So when it finally all ends…

                And I give in and end it all

                   All they’ll have is false remorse
                       Saying

                           “Poor girl”

                              “Too young”

                                I wont kid myself I’ll end my life over my
                                     sadness of not being accepted while they go
                                         on with life

                                                        ...
                                                 After it's all over though

                                                   Fake love

                                                      Fake friends

                                                          Fake self

                                                            And in a matter of days

                                                                   Hmm? Anissa who?

                                                                           I'm tired of the

                                                                                   FAKE

                                                                                      But my cries will
                                                                                        be carried off by
                                                                                               the wind-

DISCLAIMER: This isn't my best work obviously lol it's not really a poem? Just some things on my mind thanks! Oh and ignore the many many mistakes yikes

107 · Nov 2018

2am

Anissa Cherif Nov 2018

2am

Restless in bed at 2am

The time for the writers, poets, empty thoughts and longing feelings

The time where you really stop and wonder if he’s doing the same thing in his bed thinking of you

But he isn’t

And that's why you’re here

In the 2am time-frame

The thoughts seem simple enough

But you overthink until it feels like the pits of hell

The hell he left you to burn in

While he sleeps sound-fully with the girl you would **** to be

2am

— The End —