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Fatıma May 2014
Broken bones
Of love
Used to be taut
But now all for naught

What did I do to deserve this
Endure this ordeal
Unasked for
Unprepared for

Beneath the shadows I lie
Torn limb from
Limb
My shut mouth
Made no moan

Silence

Drowning
I see a light
Of hope
To mend the bond

Alas
It faded
Shaded
By the ever-growing cloud
Of hatred
Anger
Separation
Making rifts
Between the loved

Bombardment of needles thrown
From all directions
Twinge you
Bleed you
Every droplet exuding my suppressed despair

Death is an option
But even death has a cost

There is no escape
Only pain
Only pain
Spewed my feelings.
Fatıma May 2014
I will write
words
 of a world together

into every inch

of your bare skin,

while you sleep

So you wake

to verses of us,

etched into

the blood vessels

of your being
Dear love
  May 2014 Fatıma
Andrew Durst
I'm going to continue smiling,
opening the door for others,
laughing at my mistakes and flaws,
enjoying what I find interesting,
and being polite even to those who probably don't deserve it.
But I am not a judge
nor do I have the power to dictate what anyone should receive.
So,
I will try not let anyone's
bitterness or intolerance
prevent me from being the good person I know I should be.
It's not "being stepped on"
It's understanding that not everything goes as planned.
Fatıma May 2014
my mother says her

vision is fuzzy
it is 
difficult to move 

she takes more naps 

than she used to 

it seems as i

grow up she 

grows down 

disintegrates 

before me so 

slowly it takes a while to 

notice i am becoming 

the parent as she 

becomes the baby
Fatıma Mar 2014
You’re confusing

To say the 
Least.

And the longer 

I follow your 

Serpentine 

Trail of logic

The more lost 
I truly 

Become
Fatıma Feb 2014
You have sadness that 
hasn’t lifted for weeks 
and I get scared to ask

about it because I know 
I can’t fix it.
I’ve pressed

myself into your skin like

a bandaid but haven’t

been able to soak any of

it up; I place my hands on

every part of your body 
leaving a layer of fingerprints

that will fail to warm you. 

You get quiet when you’re 
sad and the silence drips 
with all the ways I’m useless 
to help.
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