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May 2017 · 371
ways
Maria Imran May 2017
Oh you know, there's this way where if I turn my Facebook chat off, it will show me in a light screen which people were online how many minutes ago.
It's usually a different list from my active ones. And well,
I lost your name when we didn't chat for more than a month.
I do that so I can see you.
It lets me see that you were there even if we aren't
May 2017 · 309
agony
Maria Imran May 2017
I'll forget you, right? It can't be that bad, I can't be in that mess again, can I?
It was wed mud I had found myself in, and I hadn't fully recovered from the scars
I can't be in for another damage, not a longer one, not this misery, not
the memory of you.

And You... you were the same.
Abuser. Destroyer.
The One Who Leaves.
May 2017 · 349
Miss you (12w)
Maria Imran May 2017
It's so obvious that I miss you.
Don't wanna handle it delicately.
May 2017 · 663
Dared to dream
Maria Imran May 2017
Click click click thud,
click click click thud. Click click
Thud.

Click thud click thud

Click click click thud.*

You place my dreams on a butcher’s board and chop them off one by one

As if they weren’t living cells of myself, as if they couldn’t see what you did

You pick one up, like you’d pick a grape, lick it and say too much

You never tell me what too much, was it sour or sweet? Maybe you’d like red if not green

I could have showed you another.

I could have showed you what I could do with them but you have me shivering against the wall,

I am too scared, too scared to move, and no voice leaves my throat or I would’ve screamed so loud the walls would have rattled, I swear the roof could have fallen if the voice inside of my body could only find an expression out

Just an expression out

I look at you and my eyes beg to say, but I know even they are red, just red, or are they green? – which do you like? –

I could have seen them ripen, I could have seen them take me out of this dingy, dark room to a different world and you saw that. I know because you took in the fragrance when you brought them to your lips and you shuddered but smiled, and you said

too much
May 2017 · 273
Revenge
Maria Imran May 2017
I still look back at you but it doesn't mean that I love you.
It doesn't mean that I care about you
Heck, if you were drowning I would wish you drown more quickly
Do not let him get out of this, God
Except for that last moment of helpless suffering - elongate it into years that were of my own pain
Let him die in thick clouds of airless water,
And dense regret.
May 2017 · 233
So, you won't come back
Maria Imran May 2017
I wish I could ask this from you instead of bearing with this misery.
May 2017 · 280
No more we
Maria Imran May 2017
You won't come back
And I won't get over it.
Hard deal.
Maria Imran May 2017
H  e  l  p
it said on the Google search page open
a cursor still blinking, blinking still
but her life already ended
no more electrocardiozags
no more hope, no pain, screech of desperate despair
May 2017 · 320
not us
Maria Imran May 2017
My Facebook screen knows how many times I write and erase your name,
my search seems endless and also pathetic.
I know where you are: far from me.
I know what we have become: not us.
May 2017 · 429
Went away.
Maria Imran May 2017
My browser says I searched for you but that's not true
I only searched for a missing piece, one that was to stay but say,
It just went away.
Apr 2017 · 362
When you Left.
Maria Imran Apr 2017
When something bad happens in my life, I start spending most of my time sleeping,
And all of my time distracting.

When you came, I was already on my early-to-bed formula-for-peace,
And when I realized you wouldn't stay, I once again became a princess locked in a castle covered in soot-black night.
The only windows were too high, the only light was flickering hope.

When something bad happens in my life, and if it's great, I wait for time to settle the whirling ***** and rack them in a frame
Because I saw most of my pool ***** fall in place but you hit the final score and now I cannot trust an effort's worth anymore.
I thought I would part with grace this time. I didn't know you could hurt me on my way.

When you left, you forgot to fasten the doors as politely as you had tried to open them
Behind you, they were left at the mercy of the storm that started soon after.
Rattled until shut, of course. But the noise was so loud it still rings in my ears
Like your promises echo against the walls from dawn to dusk, your poems perch on my eyelids when I lay on bed
To sleep, too weak.

I only hope I didn't come across very vulnerable, that you didn't linger a little longer to see my shadow on the same window,
That my metaphors didn't tell my tale,
That I didn't lose myself if I couldn't win you.
Apr 2017 · 210
Forever
Maria Imran Apr 2017
So what if I miss you
Nothing lasts forever, does it?
Apr 2017 · 228
a note.
Maria Imran Apr 2017
I miss you.
What do I do with myself?

You are not looking for me.
Apr 2017 · 131
I waited.
Maria Imran Apr 2017
I missed you
so much
but it wasn't enough
It wasn't enough to bring you back
To help me heal
To let me forget.

It wasn't enough but I missed you
A little too much.
Apr 2017 · 513
grace in parting
Maria Imran Apr 2017
The only sad thing about some goodbyes is that in order to maintain your dignity, you cannot rub their flaws in their face.
You cannot tell them that you hate it. Cannot tell them that they should have been more considerate about everything,
Should've seen someone other than themselves too.
Apr 2017 · 272
Endings
Maria Imran Apr 2017
Why do my hands start trembling as soon as you say your goodbye?
It was so meant to be, and I only have to repeat after you.
Goodbye
I say
And it feels like I am asking you to **** me.
Just a feeling
Mar 2017 · 404
So fucking miserable
Maria Imran Mar 2017
you were so ******' miserable for messing up my life like that.
what do i do now with all those praises you meant so well?
what do i do with your words and your face and your morning texts that keep beeping today even when I have your number no more - hammering my head
your memories leave no chance of torturing
like you didn't
Mar 2017 · 312
Pained
Maria Imran Mar 2017
This sadness that is bone-deep
This sadness that makes me want to shred my skin and disappear
Into my veins, as blood.
Mar 2017 · 283
Vulnerabl
Maria Imran Mar 2017
Bared in front of you,
I admitted that you had, after all, some power over me
And that is how I lost.
Mar 2017 · 310
Healing
Maria Imran Mar 2017
There are times when you just have to stop caring. You have to. And it's the most toughest, most painfully challenging task. To stop caring when all you want to do is go back and walk around that harmed skin, make a ******* mausoleum of your wounds. For a person like you, a person who already feels too much and cannot do NOTHING about it, it is hard, of course it is hard. All those pseudo, glitter-guaranteed quotes lose their meaning right in front of your eyes -- you extend your arm but no bird sits on it, you cannot in your ******* life reach for a silver lining. It's too FAR.
You don't want to stop caring because you are secretly fond of the warmth of that now-filling-now-healing wound. You don't want to heal but you do. You stop caring.
Mar 2017 · 563
Your Ex.
Maria Imran Mar 2017
The first time I looked at her photos,
I didn't like her.
I also didn't like the deeply cutting feeling in my stomach.
The light anguish I didn't want to accept: I wasn't hurt,
I can't care about your past because I don't care about you.

Today when I looked at her photos, I saw another being.
A happy, full of life, brimming with energy type of being
And I found myself understanding why you loved her.
I like her too. Even if you don't love her anymore (and maybe you do?)
I can't trust you, and I can't feel hurt. No.
Mar 2017 · 176
We freaking said goodbye
Maria Imran Mar 2017
And I don't know what to write, anymore.
death of poetry
Mar 2017 · 417
Do you still love him?
Maria Imran Mar 2017
but when you go there, you say so boldly,
"I am not afraid, it can't hurt me no more!"
and when you return, you are always trembling
and you never can see me in the eye. why?
why do you go there - that eerie house of yesteryear
where hopes broke, where dreams shattered,
where love was walked upon?
why do you go there - where evil laughter still roars
empty rooms scream silence, windows rattle like teeth chattering on the rainy night he left you.
why do you give yourself that pain, always and again?
Was it love?
Maria Imran Mar 2017
You remind me of him and it frustrates, angers, and annoys me.
But most of all it makes me afraid - afraid to the pit of my stomach
I can already feel the sharp edges of that knife you are about to plunge at me
I can already hear myself sobbing in the middle of the night, and during odd sun hours
I can already see myself hushing myself up, to ask the air around me to kindly be more benevolent
Let me breathe
I want to live, I know right now, but then I would only want to die.
And I want to stay brave, right now I can say this, but then... I don't know
I don't like envisioning myself so crippled.
Mar 2017 · 253
Just (5w)
Mar 2017 · 335
Tell me how your day was
Maria Imran Mar 2017
A cry for help
Sometimes sounds like,
"Hey! How was your day? Tell me everything."
But I am not genuinely concerned about the buffets you ate
Or the guy who complimented you while you were both at the parking lot - not that I mind hearing about your purple dress and his dreamy, deep voice - for a fifth, sixth, eighth time
Not that I mind anything. I am more than fine
Knowing about your old aunt's hellick habit of interfering in your personal life
Her probing questions and your oh so smart turndowns
"That would teach her!" Of course,
I don't mind, I don't mind
As long as it fills my silence
As long as it shuts the madman pinning needles in my mind
Tell me how your day was.
Improvement of the last one
Maria Imran Mar 2017
A call for help
Sometimes sounds like
Hey. How was your day?
Because I really want to fill up
My silence
With a voice that isn't like the madman's shriek
The one who lives in my Mind.
And you
You are near. I won't destroy you
But please don't let me destroy myself.
Mar 2017 · 169
Finally
Maria Imran Mar 2017
I am trying to leave you.
I think I will miss you for a long time.
Feb 2017 · 285
Drug
Maria Imran Feb 2017
We girls are idiots. Attention is our drug;
You could be killing us slowly and we will accept to die
As soon as you leave.
specific
Feb 2017 · 294
Warning signs
Maria Imran Feb 2017
You are so ****** for not seeing the trap
For not paying heed to the warnings your heart keeps giving
Don't worry -- it will stop. But so will you
And I only want you to not die a mess.
Feb 2017 · 396
Our tiring geometry
Maria Imran Feb 2017
If both the people
Are continually waiting to meet each other
At the end of their respective, tiring circles
Why can't they be cojoined?

Why can't we just be us?
Maybe because we are waiting for "Right" to make it right?
Feb 2017 · 1.6k
this anxiety
Maria Imran Feb 2017
Use this deep discomfort, this anxiety sprouting from your ruins within
Create.
(Never fall for a fool again?)
Feb 2017 · 524
Unreachable
Maria Imran Feb 2017
Do you go back and trace those letters reeking of your lost love, lost hope, lost years?
Trace, without touching, that is. Never touching. Because how can you? They are as unreachable as are the skies. (And the skies you can still see every night.)
Feb 2017 · 317
In your memory
Maria Imran Feb 2017
It was you. It always was you.
In all my poems, all my yearnings
Every dream, every cry-rising-at-two-in-the-night
You were my weakness.
A negative impact.
Feb 2017 · 262
Memory
Maria Imran Feb 2017
Your memory is a blistering, red coal;
I step on it everyday.
Feb 2017 · 202
Sounds
Maria Imran Feb 2017
That's how it happens
Heart
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Feb 2017 · 251
Preparing for pain
Maria Imran Feb 2017
Heart,

I know you hate it but I can't help it.
I am willing to get hurt now because it will be better than that hell which comes later on.
You have seen it. You know it.
               So please, stay strong.
Please, keep more than just beating.
Do that for me
Feb 2017 · 273
Heartache & Suffering
Maria Imran Feb 2017
suffering is dull yellow in color.
it hurts your eyes and ails your heart.

heartache must be black - heavy and all-dissolving

but black is actually really prominent and this hell of a burden is invisible
to everyone but myself so maybe
it's the color of my skin, my blood
sitting on my chest. clawing up and down
drawing invisible letters of your name

my heartache, i think, is the color of your eyes
and a jagged collection of all your beautiful lies.
Improved and combined
Feb 2017 · 427
Celebrating heartache
Maria Imran Feb 2017
Suffering is yellow in color
It hurts your eyes
And ails your heart.
I'm only giving these colors cuz I don't know how to cope
Feb 2017 · 1.0k
What color is heartache?
Maria Imran Feb 2017
It must be black;
so heavy, dissolving every other light inside
But black is prominent
and this ache is so invisible to everyone but me
It's probably the color of my skin, my blood
It is sitting on my chest, clawing everywhere
My heartache is the color of your eyes
The spelling of your name
The miles between us
and the lies.
Jan 2017 · 348
Optional pains?
Maria Imran Jan 2017
You tell yourself this is the limit
I'll wait until 10 then I'll stop missing
When it's still 6 hours until then
And you sleep, don't weep, work and run
Out of time. He doesn't return
Ever.
Jan 2017 · 519
Warmth
Maria Imran Jan 2017
Why, all of a sudden, do I feel so cold now?
It's hardly been an hour since you left.
Jan 2017 · 582
on your knees!
Maria Imran Jan 2017
I am sure you didn't think you would need help so soon
But here you are crippling
at nobody's doorstep
crying to be heard and understood without even saying
Jan 2017 · 370
Attachments
Maria Imran Jan 2017
But then
this light heartache you don't wanna acknowledge --
cuz you think you can beat it but this heavy, heavy knowledge
that it's already beating you --
does it come as soon as does Attachment?
Jan 2017 · 392
Hope
Maria Imran Jan 2017
A quiet question hangs between us,
invisible like heartache,
and just as heavy.
Jan 2017 · 538
Right thing
Maria Imran Jan 2017
I don't know if it is the right thing to do
But I miss you.
It's not even optional, though.
Jan 2017 · 448
therapy
Maria Imran Jan 2017
White noise
doesn't help me block out echoes of your lies
the color of your laughter
Jan 2017 · 282
reminder of you
Maria Imran Jan 2017
I saw something that you would have loved,
and asked myself why
so many things have become a reminder
of you only.
And for how long will it be like this
Maria Imran Jan 2017
times like these
when everything around you asks
for a step forward. up. come... believe.

and all you want to do is go back, back, back to where your heart pulls
where doubts live
but with the safety of your undeniable love.
Jan 2017 · 345
can't not miss them
Maria Imran Jan 2017
You can't not miss them, it's not written in your fate
Your fate's an unlucky champ, got pain scribbled on its skin
So yearn - yearn for the moment that is never coming again
For a sense of togetherness which is now uncountable fragments
And hurt yourself, feel the flow... from your heart to your scalp, your nails, your intestines
Wait until it disarms you, disembowels you, and finally drinks you whole.
don't forget to write poetry though
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