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Imraan Mohamed Jun 2015
It feels like I don't have anyone I can open up to,
Or rather as if no one would care much if I did.
And I guess that *****.

The loneliness.

My trust circle was small enough to begin with,
Some I pushed away,
Only to come back and realise they're doing much better without me;

Others I grew gradually apart from,
As they moved into new paths of their lives.

So now my path is solitary,
No friendly torches to help light the way,

And my own flame is flickering,
Ready to give up,
The shadows getting larger the more it diminishes,
The way ahead shrouded in more darkness.

I fear it'll go out,

I fear I'll give up,

I fear the blackness,

I fear the end,

When it swallows me whole.
Imraan Mohamed Jun 2015
There's a thrill in the shiver
I get when I jump off the path.
A vigorous ****** shudder,
As I land up in the gutter.

My body knows this way is wrong,
However so wrought it may be
With joyous sweet song.

The melody takes over,
A sharp ringing in the brain.
The world is disobeying,
All has gone insane.

And suddenly it erupts,
With tremor after tremor,
Lost for all cause,
In the head it's trying to sever.

Yet in destruction there is beauty,
The chance of new life.
And as I set myself on fire,
I've never felt more alive.
Imraan Mohamed Jun 2015
I wonder what they look like,
All these fancy new men.
I wonder what they sound like,
Rolling compliments off their tongues.

I wonder what they think,
When they see you cross their path.
Do they marvel at your radiance,
Or hunger to feel your fire.

I wonder if you blush,
When they tell you the things you want to hear.
Does your heart flutter intensely,
Do your fingers feel a tingle.

I wonder what they taste like,
On your pale cool lips.
I wonder if you're warm,
Locked in their embrace.

It starts to hurt when I wonder,
How they achieved this feat.
To experience with you in a matter of moments,
What I could after years.

I wonder how you do it.
I wonder why I care.
I wonder if the girl I loved,
Is still there.
Imraan Mohamed Jun 2015
There's this girl,
This girl I sometimes see,
Who shines like the moon
Amongst the brightest stars

I know only her name,
I know only her voice,
I know only her smile,
Yet these tiny things alone,
Are enough to shake my very core.

Which makes me wonder
What would happen,
If I dared to know her more.

Could I handle her strengths,
Could I brave her fears,
Would her quirks stun me into blissful awe,
An admirable stupor.

If I'm shaken from the outside,
Surely I'd disintegrate within,
Am I ready to lose myself?
To dive into the depths of her soul?

Am I ready for what I might find,
Am I ready to taste her mind?

I want to know,
I have to know,

Her.
Imraan Mohamed Jun 2015
And I don't know why I still write about her,
Or why I still think about her,
Or check my phone for a message from her,
Or dream of her before sleep,
When we're supposed to be done.

When we don't make effort for each other,
When we've (she's) been with other people,
When we've (I've) become infatuated with others,
When we're living our lives and growing on our own.

I don't know why,
I cling to the idea of her so.
Maybe because it's bright.
The effect she had on me.
Maybe I miss it.
Maybe I long for it.
Maybe she's a reminder that my heart
Dark and foul,
Could still love another.
Could love so hard it knew neither up or down,
Could get so lost in another
That time and space became muddled.

Maybe our paths have deviated,
But is set for reunion.
But until that time,
If it ever comes,
I will continue looking back,
Growing in reflection,
And taking my time.

Taking the time to figure out
Why loving her is the only thing I know.

— The End —