Afiqah 5d

sometimes
it’s hard to quit being the villain
in our own stories
we dream of a language
whose words are like fists,
we turn the color of smoke
and petition the dark for tokens of peace
yet it’s always the orphan within us
that roots for a little spark from the devil
each time
we’re held most at gunpoint

-a.

Afiqah 7d

stay with love,
write away with love,
get mad, get messy
but remember
to breathe again with love
it may hurt to become
but please, let love stay
for you are only yours
before anyone’s

-a.

Afiqah Dec 5

and the days began to walk,
a part of you, somehow
I still let stay
I still happen to have you here,
this far
and for some reason,
love learned
yet it continues to echo euphoniously
alongside your name

-a.

Afiqah Nov 30

we were told to paint
our walls white with lies
so in every day,
we crash among
these wicked, twisted oddities and
get drunk in tender places
we ought to simply only
keep them in soft, quiet stares

-a.

Afiqah Nov 26

you romanticized
the hell out of my flawed skin
in between
cigarette-stained kisses
then gently made me wear love
with forevers alongside your name
many nights after

-a.

Afiqah Nov 22

thing is,
the I, the her,
and the she
can mean to so many
but it all comes down to one
in the end,
and somehow,
I still have yours in mine colored in blue

-a.

Afiqah Nov 22

we are a little too fueled
with gunpowder thoughts
to caramelize our late nights
for our souls
are no stranger to sights
that isn’t always pretty,
just
a little less of everything
was quite enough to
to keep our flames all well and suited

-a.

Afiqah Nov 18

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

-a.

Afiqah Nov 17

and till today,
love still wins,
love still sits by
alongside your name
like it was its only duty
to ever recognize how well
you’ve gently held my scars
and made them fit into yours
like your own

-a.

Afiqah Nov 14

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

-a.

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