Gutless guillotines

mounds a mass of razor blades

rise of the treaty

Why did you look at me like
I was the person you’ve been waiting for.
Your line goes “just trying to be found in the ocean of people”

And i love oceans. I hate people.
Yet i found you
i wanted you i never want to walk away
I saw hell in your eyes
and I loved it anyway
You’re the most beautiful person I know
and you look cute acting insecure
with your nose
I thought I could stay as a friend
but finding out you face timing someone else
wreck me ****
Who knew it would hurt that much my heart
stopping me to sleep
I had to tell you I must leave
But you wouldn’t gaf
Lately you’ve been giving me
breadcrumbs so now you wont have to
waste energy in throwing the leftovers
of your time after you
spend it with her
A girl inside me wants to force
you fight you to choose me but that’s wrong
So I will keep walking away
I will always see you as someone
who got the ick but couldn’t tell her you
Don’t like her anymore
Maybe you’re emotionally unavailable that
every time i ask you to push me away
you only want to pull me closer
Why did you have to contact me
why did you have to reach me when I already ghosted you
Why could you not leave me alone when you never wanted me in the first place
Why did you make it feel like we are meant to be
You have no idea how much i feel for you do you
The devil couldn’t get to me so he crossed our paths knowing i would leave everything i would forget everything I’ve ever known just to be with you!
My fault
I genuinely believed you was sure of
me as much as I am to you

You wanted to be found but not by me
Not by me.

I want to write a poem about Palestine
but I have no words.
The nouns are drenched in blood.
The verbs are obscene
and the adjectives unspeakable.
The sentences have no end
and there is no punctuation.
I am having trouble pronouncing
my own name.

“The nightmare is that there are two worlds. The nightmare is that there is only one world, this one.” — Susan Sontag*

an embroidered dove flies off the fabric
that mother and sister kneaded
materializes into hopes and wants (needs)
for something better
something across continents (maybe)
does the future see you and me (alive?)

does it see our land
full
open
devoid of checkpoints
of armed tanks
of blood and curfews
that seems to pool years into months.

if i hide in this cart of oranges
close my war-stained eyes
i can be transported
and
information will fasten itself to me like a seatbelt
and
i will find the three jewels to win your heart

in bed,
i am transformed into
a robin
i fly away
soaring so high i could see what it was like
before
billowing away to the rhythm of the tablas.