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I want you to love me
the same way you’d love a shelter dog,
who flinches when you try to pet her
because she isn’t sure if you’ll offer a stroke
or if you’ll hit her.
That intimacy,
it shuts out the world,
in a word?
Meditative.
The weight of a body,
against my own.
The sensation?
I miss.
Your *******?
That, I do not miss.
Dear former lover,

You have no right to reach out to me anymore.

Since this is not intuitive to you, here’s a list of reasons why.  

1) Your feelings are no longer my responsibility. (That was your choice, not mine.)

2)  Carefully consider the following questions; Are you trying to clear your conscious? Are asking to use me to make yourself feel better?

3) There’s a great big world out there, filled to the brim with other people I’d rather talk to. What makes you think you have a claim on my free time?•

If you have any questions, please feel free to never reach out to me again.

(kindly),
f*** your feelings.


P.S. I changed your name to Mop in my phone, and the aforementioned name change is your contact photo. (Also, you’re blocked now.)

•how dare you
Writing is cathartic 🤍
How does one introduce themself to their loneliness?

Can we skip the pleasantries?
We know each other without introduction.

A firm handshake?
To show authority,
a play with power.


A smile?
Once seen, and still accepted.

A warm embrace?
Maybe that’s too far.
Thanks for your comment on another post, you inspired this ;)
Is there a moment where it clicks?
Maybe you feel your pieces fall into place and just know.

Is there a moment of clarity where you realize you’re whole (enough) once again, and ready to brave the world?
Your precious, fractured heart is mended to the point of giving it again.

Or is it something where you realize you just have to jump?
If you don’t do it now,
maybe you never will.

Day 102/182
I’m going to quit you,
like the bad habit you are.


You’re a vice,
both constrictive
and a weakness.
You’ve already wasted so much of my time.

So I’m quitting you,
like the bad habit you are.
Cold turkey.


And I don’t believe I’ll regret it.
No more writing about you, wasting time thinking about you.
Joy was a word known to man
Until darkness covered their whole land.
As I walk past their faces that smile,
I saw lies in tearful eyes.

I was made to love and lead in a path.
I was made to be heartbroken.
I knew the reason but found I’d been sent to treason,
So I stopped at last.

Anteros sent me, but Eros sent the arrow.

I was made to love
The kind of love you give but never get.
Anteros called, I never answered.
Now I will wander alone and voice a speech.

Pin on a board love, lesson gained
Snake-bit pain like love under glass, labeled but never touched
Whatever it takes to pass the test and go to another.
Find them as I stare in the shadows.

Poised tears leak on sweeping finger cheeks.
I’m waiting for love letters that never come
But I was wrong…
There it came a smile on my face once again.

“I found the one, you taught me love…”
So it goes.
I was right,
Waiting for letters that may come,
But not for me for the teacher they learned from.

Love at first sight
Never the sight, but the one that watches the scene.
I made my peace
For being your prayer.

To watch over, to block the darkness
Now known to man.
Change in sorrowed eyes to worry-less pleas.
I was made to love.

By: Zoulaikha
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