What if it's  not real?
What if it turns out a lie?
What if... its perfect?

You can close your eyes
From the things
You refuse to see

You can shut your mouth
From the things
You do not want to say

You can cover your ears
From the things
You mind to hear

But

You cannot fool your heart
From the things
You feel

How can you look into my eyes and tell me you care
when your gaze is burning holes in my brain?
You held me close and ran your fingers, searching for delicacy;
I thought it was because you wanted to protect me,
you knew it as a way to control me.

When you locked your hands in mine,
you said you promised you'd never leave;
I didn't know you meant it figuratively;
please, stop haunting me.

You spoke sweet nothings,
made me smile, made me happy,
but I only soon found that they were just that:
sweet, bitter, sugar-coated
empty words of nothing.

How can you hold my hand
and dig your nails so deep
into the creases of my fingers
and invade my blood-stream

only to tell me to forget you.

(NJ2014) © All Rights Reserved.

If I had a grain of sand
for every tear drop
you made me shed
for every time you
yelled because of your unhappiness
I would have enough grains of sand
to fill an entire beach
no wonder I hate sand

She would have given anything
if she could have stopped their pain
with hers.

She chose all the battles
she knew she couldn’t win.

And there you are again
With the same smile as months before
An undying crescent on your lips
But this time fractured by dark shadows and twisted words
A thorn on the stem of a rose I once held
preventing me from grabbing it with my outstretched arm
can you still feel the gutted petals?
I can.

And there you are again
Back in my line of vision
right at the corner of my wet eye
A weak ghost of what was such a strong memory
And Looking at you is still
like daggers.

~~

*Once, I was a hard sand stone
Neither had I made a tune nor a tone
I had broken after a strong shock wave
From a waterfall, I had fallen into a pothole but could not settle

After I was moving with a long stream as a rolling stone
Now I have no edge but only passing a phase
A few days ago, I discovered myself as a grain of sand
And day by day, I have been drowning beneath the ocean

~~

@ Musfiq us shaleheen