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 Jun 2016 shaffu shafiq
chris
so
 Jun 2016 shaffu shafiq
chris
so
i
close my eyes to old ends and open my heart to new beginnings
 Jun 2016 shaffu shafiq
chris
w u
 Jun 2016 shaffu shafiq
chris
w u
would you

stay now

and let me hold you
 Jun 2016 shaffu shafiq
chris
just a
 Jun 2016 shaffu shafiq
chris

Rain pattered as if they were tap-dancing on the cool glass window. Dancing with one another as they kept a steady beat.
oneshot
 Jun 2016 shaffu shafiq
J
Tired
 Jun 2016 shaffu shafiq
J
Tired.
Exhaustion,
the kind of fatigue you don't counteract
with behind-the-counter medications
because it lives behind your eyes but
not quite inside your brain,
the kind that makes you feel insane
just for acknowledging it's there.
It's quiet in the day but wrattles constantly,
reminding you, you're the only one to hear it.
Tired.
The kind that misses sleeping in,
but 13 hours of sleep is never enough
to fill in gaps or bags under eyes,
so you just lie in bed and think about
how tired you've become,
and how you've forgotten
how it feels to be refreshed.
Tired.
The kind of tired that inhibits you from moving
your mind races and your body is glued to the bed,
it's 3am now and you've finally stopped pacing in your head.
Tired.
your eyes stop moving around 6am
when you crawl into bed,
you are so drained,
nothing could keep you up now
you block out cars horns,
you ignore thoughts that knock on your door,
and rustle in your blinds,
and drown your fatigued mind,
begging for a place inside your bed,
you are so tired.
you are on sheets,
you haven't washed in weeks,
stuck without a destination
for your mind.
stuck, the sun just rose,
so you are
**** out of luck.
.
 Jun 2016 shaffu shafiq
Liz
I'm thinking about you
And how we were in
Very similar shoes.

I'm thinking about your smile
And your hair
That I always envied.
It's so strange to know
That I'll never walk behind you again.

I'm thinking about the way your absence
Turned our hometown upside down
And inside out.

I'm thinking about the portrait
Your brother just drew of me
And comparing it to the portrait
Anonymous painted for your mom.

Thinking about the guilt
That I somehow still carry.
Even after knowing the truth
And knowing what happened to you.

The weight of knowing
It could have been me,
But wasn't;
Is so present still.

Why did I make it out alive
When you had so much more to live for?

I'm so sorry
That this happened to you
And I'm so sorry that i couldn't do anything to save you.
I am a fool, so foolish, so trapped in love.
What is love? Tolerating someone whose good looking more then anyone else?

Im I'm trapped.
Trapped in a game with myself, losing and winning it makes no sense.

A fool to believe she was reading this whole time, to think she would come back, to think that maybe even if it was deep down inside she thought about me once in awhile.

Foolish self hatred and melancholy reactions to every scenario. Trapped in a hopeful lustful tasteless romantic comedy about love. A tragedy about star crossed lovers that doesn't end in a happy ending. She gets him and you get a 1st class seat to watch your love live life with someone else.

Hands shaking, trembling on my screen. Thoughts sporadic jumping to emotions left and right. heart stressful heavy and pumping fast. This is what love is when its gone bad, jealousy.
 Jun 2016 shaffu shafiq
chris
u
 Jun 2016 shaffu shafiq
chris
u

do you hear my screams?
 Jun 2016 shaffu shafiq
chris
rain
 Jun 2016 shaffu shafiq
chris

why i like rain
and how i can
relate and why
its comforting
when its raining
tea and a novel
to read while
covered in warm
blankets
 Jun 2016 shaffu shafiq
chris
i
 Jun 2016 shaffu shafiq
chris
i

ive fallen for your eyes
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