I love you, yet lack the words to say 
It often seems no matter how I try

I can’t find the proper way to show it 


Did not the rhymes get in the way
and a tear or two fall from my eye

I’d gladly say I love you as a poet



My love grows stronger every day

the sight of you makes my heart sigh
and I need a way to let you know it



Bear with me please, here it goes
since I can’t say it with poetry or prose

I love you, I love you, I love you
nothing more and nothing less


I simply, madly, truly do


Yes, I love you

~
The death of that innocent child
Changes the map of consciences, not of the world
Again proved that our education is wrong
The religion of the people turns to transgressions

When blood stained in the sky
Our love has become non-existence
Teaches me to think of another new war!
For the New Earth a habitable
~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

Insert appropriate metaphor here
some flourishing
elegant
representation of
whatever the **** is going on
inside me
because
god knows
if there is one
that I don’t even know
how to talk about
this
whatever
“this” is
maybe if I just put
another brilliant
and articulate
simile here
or maybe an allusion or quote
that perfectly captures
and labels this pain
and fear
yes
that’s it
I feel
better already
isn’t poetry great?

Love,
you’re pushing my emotions
I know,
I won’t last everything
You are pushing me like an ocean
And I’m drowning fast.

But don’t push me away,
You know I will drag you close
and what a drag it is,
And though our home is where we stay
Don't ever push me away.

Love,
you are pushing my devotion
I know,
just take your time or anything
Our life is the fastest motion
But I would pause you and I

Don’t rush me away
I know I can’t let go
So don’t let go of me
And though our bed is where we stay
Don't ever push me away.

I belong to you
whether you like it or not.

ever since that celestial night we spent together reminiscing about how broken we both are

but not the kind of broken
that people are afraid to touch,
or the kind of broken that can be seen on the surface,
the kind of broken that comes with giving your heart willingly into hands that tremble and shake whenever they hear the word 'commitment'

what was it about your touch that made me forget every dark and protruding insecurity that paid rent in my heart

Was it the way the corner of your eyes wrinkled every time you blessed this world with your forgiving smile

was it the way your laugh sounded like every one of my favourite songs perfectly in unison

was it the way I finally understood what home meant when you grabbed me by the shoulders and told me that I am a song worth being sung from rooftops

Was it the way I romanticized the idea of us, two dismantled antiques on a dusty floor, neglected and unappreciated, falling in love with each other  

maybe.

I'm not sure if you're 'the one' but I am undoubtedly sure of the way I wish I could replay moments we've shared over and over and over again and maybe some how download the first time you ever uttered 'I love you' onto my retinas

I am sure of my devotion to you and how it is synonymous with how the moon will never give up on the sun, how the bees will never give up on daisies and how we will never give up on each other

I am broken
and I am mangled
and I am terribly sorry

but I am also blossoming with love and the burning urge to finally define 'forever' with you, if you'd let me.

Let's never talk again,
because if we do
we'll both fall apart
in each others arms
and when that happens,
we can never be held again.