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Oct 2020 · 232
#icantmarryapoetchallenge
Zaira Oct 2020
I’d love you more if you’d just uhh -
express to me words you feel
face to face not just face to books
pen to paper
Heart dipped in ink
Lips hold position
Yet speak so loudly when reading one of these things
But please
I can ******* not marry a poet  
for they know me better than I know me .
They show the world sides I have yet to meet inside myself .
The world falls in love when we are happy
Orrrr
The world wants to **** me when
well you understand right.

Hold up I’m Typing . . . .
Oct 2020 · 91
Untitled
Zaira Oct 2020
Do not blame me.
For your lack of feeling
inconsistently or care,
you no longer can give towards me.
Just tell me you can or can not love me correctly.
Then send me on my way—
It’s  breaking my heart.
You stand there silently watching
with this blank stare across your face.
Oct 2020 · 227
🧸
Zaira Oct 2020
Maybe that’s why
I stayed alone for so long—
to numb the idea of another human being thinking outside of themselves just long enough to rub off on to me.

I am whole all on my own
before after and between you.

Maybe that’s why I stayed alone..
so long.
Holding myself at night was bigger than teaching one to hold onto things they supposedly love—
tighter
It isn’t love who blocks the vision
it’s the whispers of where you may lack. Lack of trusting
you’ll balance yourself in these bonds..

You are already whole on your own
before after and between.
Jul 2020 · 107
You
Zaira Jul 2020
You
you desire of her
to be open.
study her inside and out
teach her
to love whole.
then call her weird
when she finds beauty
in you.


⁃ phases  of  ❓
Zaira Jun 2020
Neglect


isn’t something
carved into my name.
i don’t have that label written on my forehead.
always wondered
what made people drawn here. 
to me.
.

the lovers we
thought we lost.
way too busy
giving ourselves.
in love with how they love. . .
but you taught them.
exactly where to water.
it was always —


you . .
love
it was here before they
came
and it will stay when their gone. 



- you can continue scrambling the universe. but it’s always right there inside.
Jun 2020 · 516
🌌
Zaira Jun 2020
𝐈 𝐚𝐦  𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬,
𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞.
𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭.
𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧,
𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥.
𝐒𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩.
Jun 2020 · 123
🦋
Zaira Jun 2020
You fill space with your presence.
Lemme soak up and sink in your energy.
Jun 2020 · 121
Zaira Jun 2020
Me learning to love myself
feels almost as if,
I’ve never loved a single day of my life.
Jun 2020 · 200
Love Poems
Zaira Jun 2020
𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉  
𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆.  
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚— 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚.
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒑  
𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎.

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