Afiqah Mar 20
some days
I console and settle my heart
along with the stars
just fine
other days,
we walk with such fire
and sulkily be out of sorts
trying to undo every last pulse

Afiqah Mar 14
I never had it in me
I’m not always clever with the words I use
and I’d never thought
meeting his poetic heart
would make me finally settle
to write about beginnings
over and over again like this

Afiqah Feb 25
and out of choice,
I chose to stay attracted
and damn my rebellious heart
to unforgettable, futile moments
all else will mysteriously
take its own flight eventually
I simply just want to always be unafraid
to play my role in life devotedly,
to be able to stay around
with the stars thereafter
when I’m finally settled and meant to go

Afiqah Feb 12
the difficult
are those friendly forces
that provides us with
unseeable, teaching hands
for us to advance forward
hitting on to new discoveries
for a much, much
better you

Afiqah Jan 8
know that
you’re not for everyone
and that is okay
every living thing may sound
like they’re always trying to say please
other times,
you’re simply left to watch yourself happen
and do the rest of the saving
but keep in mind
for this space on earth is yours
and you still matter as much

Afiqah Jan 8
it is in the feeling of always
the feeling that’s quite inerasable
that I still see you
although many afters had come,
although the air has already
been mouthing the days
over and over
for its tomorrows,
still somehow finds you

Afiqah Nov 2017
the heart
knows its always next in line
and it never lies
when they say about you,
fucking things up more often  
if they can still fist up and beat for you,
count your goddamn self lucky
to still have that gut going just enough
for life’s many affairs

Afiqah Nov 2017
how cliche it still is
and how it is still you
I find in between drizzles
from the slow, showery, wet mornings
and somehow,
my signature scent still lies
within them and I still choose
to welcome you to my thoughts  
like this
over and over again

Afiqah Nov 2017
we won
over many nights
just enough
to hear one’s love breathe
and more than enough
to keep our colors stay
wildly sane in each other’s

Afiqah Nov 2017
the war begins
when we forget
to love them enough
since all we do
is lie and break them carelessly
we rob our own state of innocence
caught between falling and feeling more
than anyone ever should
like this
has always been our sweet kind of profanity

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