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I stopped believing in love; because all I see is agony and heartbreak. It has been more than 445 days when things started to collapse. Your ignorance is unlike anything I have seen before. Much as I have been analysing your situation from different angles, there is nothing left to dig into. I am left alone; puzzled and hooked on the unknown…

I thought I saw heaven on the other side, but you were an incredibly deceiving black-hole. You should know that I’m entitled to this rage as much as you are entitled to the choice you made to leave me forsaken. Your traces are deep wounds, and they are yet extremely sore. Thus, I have no other option, but to shed tears more, and more…

Recalling the past is an incurable disease. You seem to have successfully latched onto my system. But do not get me wrong; I contemn the bitterness as I remember what we used to be. It is not a mystery that you strangely implicate the choices I make, and all the steps I am going to take. It actually boils my blood to admit that I have an incentive greed. I need to think that I am crossing your mind every second of the day just like you do mine. Otherwise, what is the point of falling in and out of love?

Still, your silence defies each drop of faith, I have stored inside. You have a ruthless soul; I’ll give you that. Now tell me; by what means can I possibly pull you out of a bottomless heart?
It is a curse you see; once you got in, you never got out…
I hope this qualifies as poetry..
Kawther Alkhabbaz June 27th 2016.
still yearn
for  waves
to wet my feet

still yearn
to reach an arm
around you

still yearn
to bluff you
to a kiss

still yearn
to walk sunshade
gardens with you

still yearn
for a wild
honey drip

the days sink
stone heavy

youth rolls up
its lush carpet

I still yearn
for you
I wasn't really looking for an answer,
But the look in your eyes explained everything…

That infectious passion of yours easily leads me in your world...
Though I'm not sure if I'm ready to enter...
Nor sure enough if I'm allowed to do so…

So take a step forward & give me a hint...
I can't solve this riddle alone,
Nor walk into this maze by my own…

Let us build our hopes together...
‘Cause it's either now or never…

Be my other half for eternity...
Allow our hearts to unite forever…
Let our souls flow into each other,
And our brains combine into one another…

When and if our thoughts fly up so high,
Is when we both shall live happily ever after...

Sat. 23rd June 2012
Kawther Alkhabbaz.
An oldie
If life had four seasons,
Yours were all winter...
If I'm not mistaking;
Everything was dusky blue,
And you were the shimmering ice that covered my entire existence...

May I ask; are we truly through?
For when I think of you,
All of my senses naturally start singing to you...

Darling, you are more than precious,
And in defiance of what I hold of solemn wishes,
Of the heavy yearning for a forthcoming coincidence,
The least I'm concerned about is our distance...

I know for a fact that our hearts are still beating together...
I am here for you,
I am yours forever...

For all that matters,
The days we lived,
And all the hardships we encountered,
Our bond grew stronger...

Trust me, I'm holding onto every reason...
Your face, your scent, your kindness, our memories, and times of laughter...

No human on earth can let go of what makes them breathe...
You were, and you will always be; my most beloved treasure...

Friday, April 17th 2015.
Kawther Alkhabbaz.
It started with a poem,
& ended with another one.
This was the end.
You're related to the sun...
Ever so gold...
Rising invariably atop of my world...
I promise, now that it comes to you...
All that matters to me gets blacked out...
Not far from a solar eclipse...
Everything's shaded...
Even my pride gets faded...
Not a thing.. Not a word.. Nor a single soul can possibly explain it...
As if your spirit exists on mine...
Not necessarily to tear me up...
But to give birth to a new part of me...
"You" are the inception...
Matching the "Big Bang"...
Only this time, "You" are my "Own" treasured yet unsolved "Theory"...

Thu. Nov. 28th 2013.
Kawther AlKhabbaz.
It started with a poem,
& ended with another one.
This was the beginning.

— The End —