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Meysa Jun 9
you feel a storm
you move fast
you etch his name above your navel with hungry fingers
- the art of infatuation

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Meysa May 29
War
Often,
I thought
that love
entailed war
wars waged against others
wars waged against the world

not of the self.
Meysa May 9
Like flirting with a cigarette, studying it
teasing it between these slender fingers.
Turning it this way
that way
and putting it out after one
measly puff.
You know, before the cancer seeps in
like that.
Meysa May 5
Pen
I am a writer and I've always known it.
Even when my feeble self-esteem conspired against my urge to pick up a pen.
I carried it around
like you carry relics
my pens.
Remained tethered to them.
I write now.
Perhaps because I am not a talker.
Meysa May 4
my mother's trust issues are leaking into my chest
and
my father's tendency to forfeit humans for his solidarity
sometimes
I feel my persona bending to accommodate them
both.
- identity is an oh-so fragile topic
Meysa May 2
you keep rubbing your thumb over the same old wound
and you wonder why it stings?
silly girl
Meysa Apr 29
I think that
as a writer
my writing is my biggest strength
yet my biggest weakness
because if you lose yourself in these flurry of words
you will come to love me
but if you see past them
you will come to know me.
- I pour a little bit of myself into every poem that I write.
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