I want to make you real
I want to write you into being,
teach you how to feel.
Can I be the song you sing;
can my every keystroke heal?

Let my touch reach beyond fiber and cord,
to reach you where you cry alone
so you know that you're adored.
Discounting the distance we'll both be home;
though apart we have found a sweet accord.

This is my conspiracy
to speak to you so sweetly
that you forget life's maddening pain
and in your heart let self-love reign.

no longer will your eyes remind me of a well
     i fell into
no longer will my hands trace the ghost of yours
     against my body late at night
no longer will i wait for you
    because you left me long ago

Well hey babe, don't you look cool
You've got your spiffy clothes,
Your e-cigar, and you're good to go
Hey babe, you look so great
You've got on those ridiculous mom jeans,
And you're running on fumes
Hey babe, looking reeeeaaaal good,
Your hybrid can't go up hills but,
"Hey, I'm saving the earth!"

You can't keep up with these
Hipster habits
Tricks are meant for kids you,
Silly rabbit
You can't save the world,
You're just a silly girl,
Your life is not a trend.

Your cat pics are going viral
You've built a record player,
And you've turned tumblr into a bible
There are these clear men-wear inspired oxfords that you've "Gotta have!"
Shopping at goodwill can only get you so far,
Especially when you filled yourself with angst that's outdated.
It's not even like you're brooding in a bar

You can't keep up with these
Hipster habits
Tricks are meant for kids you,
Silly rabbit
You can't save the world,
You're just a silly girl,
Your life is not a trend.

And you could write me a strongly worded letter,
but don't make any mistakes dear, because your typewriter's not that clever.
I'm reading articles about appropriation,
And learning how to join the "body posi nation"
I dyed my hair white
And my paelo weight watchers points are out of sight!
Your Essie polish doesn't match your insta feed,
Oh look you've made a hipster out of me.

We can't keep up with these
Hipster habits
Tricks are meant for kids you,
Silly rabbit
We can't save the world,
We're just a silly girls,
Our lives are not a trend.

Every now and then I gotta sweep the floor
Carry out requests like a common *****
But I do it / I'm pushing through it
It's who I am

They tell me not to listen to the men in suits
But after the sermon they lie to you
I'm not easy / you'd best believe me
It's who I am

I've gotta find a woman or at least a man
Love is only accepted if you've got a plan
I'm indecisive / it's the way I live
It's who I am

Maybe when you're wealthy we'll become friends
Because money's never caused a connection to end
But can I borrow / a few tomorrows?
It's who I am

I drive to wherever the world ends
I doubt I'll ever see any of you again
But I love you / I'm thinking of you
It's who I am

Am lying Not

with you . . .

But, Am lying to myself.

Saying I never

Thought of you . . .

Am crying Not

Because of you

But, the gap we have . . .

Your words are hand cuffs

Never letting me do anything . . .

Chained with magical spells

Never let me do something . . .

To repair our relation

To fill any gap in between us

Let me take your heart
to where it should lie,
in a place that consists
of only you and I.

Let me take your heart
to where it should be,
in a world that exists
for only you and me.

**© Sarah Ahmed