Is a stranger
Still a stranger
Even when
they have made a impact on you life
Even when
They saved you from the dark
Even when
You know them
What they want to do with their life
What makes them happy
What makes feel free

Makes one wonder
What makes a person a stranger?
Is it that you havent seen their shell?
Is it that you cant be sure you can trust them?

If this is the definition of a stranger
Then I could consider half of my family
As strangers
Half my "friends"
Are Strangers

The google definition of a stranger
"a person whom one does not know
or with whom one is not familiar."

If this is the case...
A Stranger is really...

A potential Friend
         or
            A potential Enemy
                     or
                        Maybe
                           A Potential Love

maybe
every single decision
i have ever made
added up to entirely
decide my fate

maybe
all the people
i've seen or been with
have lead me to you
but you're too blind to see it

maybe
all the words
i have ever spoken
tangled the web that brought me here
leaving me so lonely

And maybe it was us
in a past life
but not this one

And maybe we’ll wake up
in twenty years at 3am
with the same contentment
in separate houses

And maybe we’ll stare
at a photograph of the other
before responsibility set in
and the sun set slowly

And maybe it will sting
for a moment or two
before we both turn back
admiring the result

And
we won’t regret a thing

-L.E.

The grass is greener where you water it,
but baby, I'm laying in the dirt

there's enough room for both of us
and we can share our hurt

there's a mountain we can climb together,
we can collect our fears and stay forever

at the very top, we'll count the stars
and better yet our blessings

we can sway with the clouds and create our own imperfect ending

to each their own
and kindness for all
the world is ours,
and I won't let you fall

the grass is greener where you water it, baby

I'll grow my flowers in your heart
and we can share our love, maybe
<3

Lately I’ve wondered,
about everything.
I still try to make sense,
of an unwoven string.

Why does it still hurt,
when I remember you?
When I remember us,
before it all fell through.

Is it even possible,
that you used me so long?
Or did you say that to hurt me,
and justify your wrongs.

Did it help you to think,
that I didn’t matter at all?
Did you secretly smile,
knowing that I’d fall?

I cannot believe that,
I refuse to hate you.
I refuse to give in,
and accept a false truth.

I refuse to accept,
that I didn’t know your heart,
because if I accept that,
then it will tear me apart.

We both turned into things,
we should be ashamed of,
but even till the end,
I was still in love.

Now each day is torture,
trying to lie to myself.
Now I’m the one being fake,
trying to love someone else.

Is that how it felt,
when you were with me?
If it was then I understand,
and I can finally see.

She is sweet and kind,
and loves me so much,
but I have no more to give,
because I yearn for your touch.

So I’m doing to her,
what you did to me.
I’m not being fair,
but her loves imprisoning.

Going through the motions,
now I understand,
and I forgive what you did,
when you let go of my hand.

So I’ll just keep going,
and love you from afar.
Maybe one day it can change,
and this will just be a scar.

Maybe,
If we could look through
What claims to be light,
We will see the darkness that rests behind.

Maybe,
If we could look beyond
what is said to be darkness,
We will see the light.
Trapped, just like you and me
— scared of the dark.

Maybe.
Just maybe

©BY ABDULMALIK JIBRIL