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Javaria Waseem Sep 2015
you don't understand my words
but still i am okay with that
i don't need your consent for writing
or thinking or speaking what i want to
you cannot silence me or stop me
or even try
i was born to write
and i'll die doing exactly that.
Javaria Waseem Sep 2015
before you fall in love with him
you have to learn
to love yourself
to trust your heart
to find your origin
before you find your other half
learn what you need
learn to protect yourself from harm

no no no my sweet child
it's not called being selfish
or having a cold heart
you have to know yourself
before someone defines who you are
you have to discover where you belong
before someone gives you his past

and now that you have finally understood
tell me if you still believe that you and him are
parts of the same broken star
Javaria Waseem Sep 2015
it's over four and he calls me on my phone.
i wake up from sleep asking him if he is alright
he says no word and just deeply sighs.
his breathing is rough, he pretends to be tough
i feel helpless, i want to help him, i want to love
but there is just a grim silence
i ask him "what's up?"
"nothing" he says "sorry to disturb"
"hey it's okay, we can talk if you want"
i sense his voice shaking, he is scared and lonely
i figure that he needs someone
"she left me" he cries "she left me after everything"
it breaks my heart and ignites a fire
i want to tell him that i can love him better
i want to tell him that i won't leave him ever
but i find no words, his voice shuts me up
"i loved her you know, i loved her so much"
he tells me how she made him smile and how she was always on his mind
how he wanted to have a life with her and how it's all ashes and dust.
he is all broken but it breaks me more
i wish i could tell him 'hey i can be yours'

finally he runs out of tears and regrets and his fears
he wants to sleep, i tell him he should
he hangs up the phone leaving me with his thoughts.
Javaria Waseem Sep 2015
humans are beautifully complex creatures
living simplest of the lives
whereas they deserve
more than they think they do

they deserve love
they deserve care
they deserve more than
all the hatred and despair
Javaria Waseem Aug 2015
paint me with all those messy colors and broken brushes.
paint me with your rough hands and scrappy fingertips.
paint me with all your love and your regrets.
paint me in a dark room with uneven breath.
paint me with dried out lips and the tip of your tongue
paint me all night till you're halted by the sun.
Javaria Waseem Aug 2015
i blame the stars
and you blame me.
drunk
with broken hearts
we both try to find
solace
Javaria Waseem Aug 2015
i don't know
your words
or your rhymes
but
you remind me
of my
favourite
poem.
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