and so, he said to me, “Are you sure this is what you want? Are you sure you want me? Because once I fall in love, there is no turning back. I love hard, and I will be obsessed with you I will smother you”.

    

                                                                                                  please do not smother me; 
                 

                              smothering implies force. 
                        It implies suppression,
                   maybe a hint of aggression, 
              with a dab of oppression 
          and a handful of asphyxiation.
      In which one kills another,
   by with the stifling of breath and emotion.
It is the death of something.

       
          
               Instead engulf me in your love;
          let me be immersed in it.
cradle me.
coddle me. 
shelter me.
                
                         let me breathe,
          
                             
                 so that I can appreciate it
                       and feel it all around me;
                that makes it so much better.
      ever so soft.
      ever so loving. 
      ever so gentle. 

                

           I understand why you want to smother,
I do.
                                  Why you want to cover parts of me
                              that you feel are light-filled.
                          Watering me with muddled emotions and actions
                     that you feel are quite harmless, but understand;
                like flowers overwatered,
             and placed in the shade
        death will become me.
         I too,
    struggle with the feeling to
repress and restrain
                                           
                                         I do 
      
                         

        
                         , but you’re somebody too
                     you’re important.
                Your love is a torrent;
        the best thing you can give along with,  
your time. 
   It’s valuable, 
so you shouldn’t give if it is unwanted 

                          


                                     even to me;
   especially to me
                      

        
                     or at least don’t make it a habit with anyone 
                 you see 
           because you are too precious 
      and too valuable 
   you say I am special,
but you too, are important 
                 

                , but thank you 

                                
         I do,
                           appreciate the gesture and the thought; 
                     I do.
                  I want your love but not like that.
               I really do,
           just not that way.
       Just not by suffocation. 
 I want to be engulfed in it…

                    
there’s a difference,
        I do not want to die… I do not want to suffocate.

Next time this head does that 'overthinking' all-over again
I think I'm gonna need a surgeon
to remove the limbic system of my brain
then I can have the peace I always longed for.

It is funny how so many people
in Egypt, in the Middle East, in Palestine
aim for something they called 'peace'
yet I live inside the safety of this house
unable to stop the battle
between things I wanna do
and things I should do
and things they said I should do

but the only thing thats moving
are my thoughts,
they race ahead and below
and i've given up tracing
the trail they blaze before
without a doubt
burning out

It's too late for the sun to save her
Her skin cracks as the cold invades
It sets in,
The unwanted guests of the night

I am madly slave of my over thinking
I think I think more than others think of what I think,
Of what they are doing to me.


I think
Why everyone not think as I think
Of them and others?
I think
Why everyone have not feeling and emotions for others?
I think
Why they treat others to be so strangers,
If they can't match their so called high class?

Are they insane?