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 Mar 2014 Fatima Zahid
i
confused
 Mar 2014 Fatima Zahid
i
he is confused;
because he is unaware of her miserable ways to make him notice her,
because he does not know why does she keep being nice when he is constantly mean to her,
because he is planning ways to see her and he does not know why,
maybe he is just losing his mind.

she is confused;*
because she does not understand how can he be so blind and stupid not to notice her love,
because she keeps being nice to him even though he keeps being a ****,
because she is always trapped in his net, whenever she is around - he is around.
maybe she is just crazy.
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soon enough they will both realize that love does not exist in this cruel world and go separate ways, until they meet each other again..
 Mar 2014 Fatima Zahid
ASB
I gave you my heart
and when you left, you gave it back.
(carefully; you tried not to break it.)
you did it so that I could give it
to someone else but my god, I wish
you'd kept it. (it remembers you
like worn-out furniture, it remembers
your shape, and no one else could fit
that way.)
 Mar 2014 Fatima Zahid
i
breathe
 Mar 2014 Fatima Zahid
i
'come on, ellie, just breathe.' he said to her.
'but, finn i c-'
'stop talking and listen to me for once.' he demanded.
'but, sometimes even to breathe hurts. i can not do it.' she whispered, stating the truth.
'do you love me?'
'of course,'
'then do it for me, ellie. breathe for me. be free.' he encouraged her.
i can't do it, finn.'
'sure you can, i love you.'
'okay, then.' she gave in.
*and then, she let out her first and last breath.
 Mar 2014 Fatima Zahid
Jason Nel
You
 Mar 2014 Fatima Zahid
Jason Nel
You
In my darkest hour I beg for your voice:
A reply to let me feel once again,
a word to fill the emptiness of strength.
I want to embrace you; keep you from the evils of this world and it will be my last task...

Your memory of being is acidic:
I cannot bare being left to silence.
Save me from this reality,
save me from this today,
save me for your fantasy.

Your smell is sweet and nostalgic:
It rips me apart and envelops me.
Ride with the ice to your true home of arms.

I want you:
to be home,
more than existence,
more than air,
Because without you I cannot take in to breathe, to be the ice and the home of arms.

Your tears are gray and filled with the pain of seldom:
I will cry on your shoulder and you will cry on mine.
Your tears prove life and your existence imitates art.

You are sweet and kind hearted and I am infatuated by your existence which I cannot bare to leave for another...
 Mar 2014 Fatima Zahid
Damaged
I used to be afraid to die

Now I'm afraid to keep living

*I don't want to live without all of you
Voices in my head,
            wanting to be heard.
            but even in the midst
            of my insanity,
            still,
            *I choose you.
Fly away melancholy
  Fly away to some far-flung lands
   Where you don't need any soul
With your fatters to bind and clasp

              Fly away melancholy
     The joys are standing at my door
         They want to get in for me
When there is not even your shadow
 Mar 2014 Fatima Zahid
eryn b
Let's sit on your roof and smoke a cigarette and forget about school the next day, or our parents pressuring us to be better. Stop thinking about growing up, let's stop worrying about what other people think. Just stop and be a teenager
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