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 May 2019 دema flutter
em
for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.
the more i love you
the more i gravitate towards you
the less you love me
and the further out of reach you drift
you are far away from me, i guess love will never be equal hm?
Misplaced
So displaced I was
Like
a Z far from Y
Or numbers in disorder!

My heart was on fire
not in stove
But somewhere far on glacier lands
Where even thirst becomes ice

I am not destined for that love
That was born with me
U know that.…?
It’s the most undeprived , a child heart
Drowned long ago in its own unfilled desires!

Soaring high up, soars deep inside
This is the distance unmeasured
Even if u fill this void with all these stars
Still, the pebble will produce the loudest of sound in its depth,
Such a void is this,
And I am contemplating still where to sit!
 Apr 2019 دema flutter
Evie
my greatest fear

reveals itself to be

something happening

and you never missing me
you said the grass was greener
on the other side.
so you planted flowers
on my insides.
but when flowers aren’t watered,
they’re sure to die.
and they wilted before
you even tried.
 Apr 2019 دema flutter
Emily
my     love
to you               I give a rose.
A                                      pedal
for a                                 wish
that you                           will be mine
for it is                        you I pick.
   A rose             for a rose.
        A love      for
                  a
                       love.
          A rose
                     for
                  a
                        rose.
              My
                  heart
       for
               yours
i do not want you.

i do not want your touch;
your hands skimming my hips, my sides
delicate fingers stroking black lace
reverently

i do not want your lips
on my jaw, my collarbone
my neck, my anywhere...
supposedly

i do not want your voice;
a soft whisper in the lamplit glow
that, even after you go, still hangs in the air
wistfully

i do not want you.
i do not want you.
(a mantra chanted under my breath, somewhat
doubtfully)
the hardest lies are the ones we tell ourselves.
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