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دema flutter Aug 2018
i'm here,
saying all the things you don't have the guts to say,
here i am,
facing the elephant in the room,
setting it free,
it's about time for a goodbye to be made,
even if you are trying to avoid one.

Your snaring approach convinced my words to give us a story. After knowing you, words sank low to a morsel or two. And after this informal proximity, I wonder, as a lost agraphic, if I could write at all.
Dream Jul 2018
How did you say all that....
And not look back once.
How do i not see any remorse¿
Its crushing me to know that you didn't want to see me move on
But you were the first to move on.

-Dream
habiba May 2018
It began with absence,
It began with desire,
And all the things in between you could not acquire,

The eves of the trees were slick with dew,
Drops of water all over the leaves, spewed
My heart was young, light, propitious,
Everything around me kind, bright, almost ridiculous,
Perhaps then was when you surmised,
That I would prove an absolute delight

Did you wonder if it would be easy?
I feel like I was supposed to act ******
The veins you clogged and the bones you broke,
The fingers you bent and the heels that just won't
The hair that was shaven as it grew unheeded,
My nails were pulled, they were not needed.

Cast down all the hangings that I put on the wall,
Take a scythe to them as I watch, in thrall
I fell to my knees and you helped me to the ditch,
Disposed to push me in as they swang the pots out and hitched

Scrubbing as I reeled, I could not get clean
The filth was everywhere, I found it hard to deal.
In a state of numbness, I found some balance
So now I'm clinging to this graceful frame of nonchalance,

Pray not leave with distaste,
In your abiding, unreasonable hate,
You crash about furniture as you do,
And I no longer care to clean up after you.
XyL0S Apr 2018
I buried your bones, I buried your skin, buried your hooks that hung my mind akin...

I emptied your closet, I emptied the walls, I've emptied the garden of roses and thorns...

I broke the vases, I've broken the dishes, I've broken myself into submission...

I've pulled the blinds, I've pulled the bedsheets, I've pulled the nerve to reckon your touches...

And as much as I'm hiding, as much as I'm blaming, as much as I'm crying in vain over paining...

I rattle the hangings, I battle my god, I scatter belongings that don't matter at all...

It's begining to occur the way back is hard, to places we made in oceans and stars...

You're a part of the air now, I'm breathing dense it's heavy, maybe I can try and walk out of the mess, but the drag's too much to resist...

The warmth of the floor still persists on the floorboards where you stood, so cold and lonely you were, I kept ignoring the truth...

What hurts the most is that I knew yet I kept it low, I slept every night beside you, and let the spaces grow,

I can hear the curtains screaming, cursing with every sip of the wind, to reveal these hands I denied her and let her scream within,

There's words to speak,
I say to these walls where we sneaked,
To kiss to breathe each other,
Where we laughed at every situation
Just like lovers....We were
I wish I'd said it then,
I fathom you still bound to the wall,
Eyes looking at their reflection in mine,
Like knowing that we lovers would fall...
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Khyati Pareek Mar 2018
You’d be here someday,
Where I stand today,
You’d feel the same for me,
But I’d be nowhere for you to see.

You might even call me out,
With a trembling fear like mine in each shout,
But I’d not answer you,
Making the pain difficult for you.

That day my love, would be just,
When you’d understand how you left my heart covered in dust,
That day you’ll cry over your deed,
And my smiles, kisses and hugs will become your need.

But you’d be there alone to plead,
Cause then I’ll have moved on and a great life I’d lead.
I don’t want to curse you but I know without even showing how your heart will bleed.

That day you’d look everywhere, but not see me,
Laying somewhere far from you I’d be,
With someone who had loved me when you’d not,
And cared for me when you forgot.

That day I’d smile and advise you to move on,
Cause then we’d have actually been torn.
That day you’d realize my love for you,
And you’ll fall the same way I fell for you,
But it’ll be too late later on,
Because, darling by then I’d have moved on!
Love is not about lust it's about caring for someone more than yourself, if you don't care or didn't care then maybe the person who loved you with all their heart will fall OUT of LOVE with you. So, cherish what and who you have around you who 'love' you and do not just 'lust' you but wants your 'soul' too.
What a fool am I to think a girl like you would ever love a guy like me?


I have nothing to attract your flawlessness.

All i can do is write out my feelings...

Telling them makes me feel jobless

Though no amount of words can tell how much I love you,

No amount of words can make you love me ;
Even a quarter of how much love I have for you

I want your love so bad...
Such that
I'll work for it

But does that count?

Does that even matter to you?

It really hurts...
But wait : are you even listening?

I am willing to learn another language...

I am willing to walk miles...

I am willing...
To speak in the tongue of love
I'll do it -

If at all there is a thing like "the tongue of love"

I will give my all to make you love me

Cry on my midnight candle...
Make wishes on all the stars by night ...

Even on the moon if it could grant them and I'll do same to the sun by day

I'll do anything

Cause

I am a "sucker for your love"

And I know it...
*@#NaxThanda
Who can relate... Loving someone who will never feel the same
BW Jan 2018
You will learn to love her
If you see through her top-shelf liquor
Lined with velvet and neon lights
Pinning her to the spotlight.
If you see past through her
Michelin dining bills, and
Red sole stilettos clicking on marble.

A girl who cries on the train, who
cooks at midnight for the homeless.
Money was all she got given, so she tried to stay afloat.
But you will learn to love her
When you see her dance in your shirt.
Bat her eyes and tug your sleeves.
Face lit up with an ice cream.
Smelling the wild rose on the fields.

You will learn to love her.
When you see after glitter and champagne.
She will be the faithful one coming home.
Stilettos in hand, not to wake you.
Slipping into your bed.
Kiss you on your cheek
Keeps you warm.
to myself
Anita Daniel Dec 2017
Everytime I think of relationships my soul dents
We are stuck in societies where boys' glistening hormonal hunger are mistaken for love

Where is the passion?
These days men have gone through underground classes about how to lure women into believing that it is all about love meanwhile their plan is to only get in between women's legs so that their ego is enhanced
He tells you how beautiful you are and gives you a full description of how you make his heart beat fast and his palms sweat
He tells you that only you complete him fully
And asks to meet up with him not even on a proper date like in the days of our parents
You go to his place and the setting screams : Pleasure!
He whispers all sweet nothings into your ears that excites your body and you believe that he truly loves you
Before you know he has gotten what he wanted and wants to get rid of you as soon as possible
The next few days he ignores you and texts you the next time he "misses" you
He types a long paragraph narrating how busy he has been and you fall for it again because of the effort he took to type a long *** raudy paragraph

Where is the passion?
Men no longer send you notes that circulated around the class when you were in 7th grade that read : " You look beautiful as the sky" " Yellow makes your eyes pop" " Mom taught me how to make lemonade I thought you'd love some" "I love you, yes or no"
They no longer secretly protect you from the bullies that always made fun of you in high school down the hall
They no longer want to know what your favorite book is and why
They do not pick flowers from Mrs A's garden to present to you
They don't make jokes about relevant matters
All they know is ****** jokes that downgrade your value as a woman
Men don't want to hear all about your day and the conversations you've had with your girls or the argument you had with your mother
They are all about your paradise
When they look at you they uncover and undress you in their minds
They measure the size of your ***** and behind

Where is the passion?
That boy from next door who always came over to study with you because he knows you need help with maths
That boy that your parents always saw as your elder brother who protects you from evil creatures
That boy that your dad would allow to take you to the movies because he is well behaved and has only blown a kiss to you
That young man who respects you and your values and is concerned with how you will achieve all your dreams

Where are all these boys who are now handsome men
Show yourself for we are exhausted of all these boys that are dressed in men's cloaks...

Young lady I urge you to rise up
Open your eyes and stand your ground
You are worth more than cliché pickup lines from the internet
You are a well crafted diamond
Have high standards that not just any man can approach you
Do not be loose
Your are the carrier of life
Make it clear that you do not entertain hormonal boys
You desire a man that will build an empire with you and raise your family with you in due time when you have achieved most of your dreams and his too
You are that backbone of this earth
Know your worth and do away with mediocre.
passion over lust.
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