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Afiqah 2d
it still beats
it still feels
and *******,
does it still sits,
toughing itself out
even while coming in through
with half of the universe’s little splatters
of such unpleasantry settings
here and there,
all of that unbending,
dead set on hopes kept
this heart fearlessly still in love anyway

-a.
Afiqah Oct 18
it can still epically hurt
to become
but sometimes,
you just got to have
to trust life
a little bit

-a.
Afiqah Oct 17
love,
I’ll meet you there,
I’ll meet you in your fragility
and all of your breakthroughs
you do not have to charm up so much
of your life to me
let me meet you there
and watch how I’ll let our scars
fall in love and rewilds itself
cinematically
through all of our midnight escapades

-a.
Afiqah Sep 25
I’m naming things like
hope and okay
and meeting courage
at its very edge
and that
every shade my scars
are being curtained and held through
each waking, purposeful day,
courts me to selflessly favor
every single
of my ******* pulse

-a.
Afiqah Sep 20
honor every rise,
every fall of your feelings,
and all of the teachings of your yesterdays
you are still here,
you have carried
every single
******* pulse of yours
in all of its heartiest means
for throughout the universe’s wake,
the world still favorably believes
in your becoming

-a.
Afiqah Sep 10
tomorrow will be
the softer part of the ache
you will slowly learn
to perfumely wear love
readily again,
and you will subtly bask in
with your innermost essency
back all over again

-a.
Afiqah Sep 7
tomorrow slowly
started coming in
with colors
and every single comb
of your breath warmly airs
the tellings of pure, sheer love
and happiness to me

-a.
Afiqah Aug 24
I love cities
and streets best
clothed in veils
of stormful, sopping rain

-a.
Afiqah Aug 7
I have always
wanted the rain
as much
to run in my veins
just
like nicotine

-a.
Afiqah Jul 29
in spite of it all,
if only something would tell
its very tale without having our
fractured sense of self cataloging it
into a very specific kind of hurt
but then,
what is life without meeting
the opposite of life’s pure decency,
we all need a fair share of it all
to fully become

-a.
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