With all the stories
In my head
Wish I could tell you
It all instead

I will tell the world about you.

I will sing it to the birds and the bees,
scream it to the sky and the seas,
even whisper it to the wind and the trees.

I will tell the world about you
and hope it knows about me too.

and if we aver meet,
there will be moments,
i will look at you,
without any reason,
yet with a meaning,
i would love to see,
how you move your hands,
in space while talking,
how that pretty smile of yours,
spread on your pretty face,
and i would you to,
shake my hand,
and,
ask me whether i am listening to you........
-memoona kazmi

I hope you will tell me
I cannot know your secrets without your words
I hope you will tell me
Tell me please your thoughts of suicide
You might feel scared to tell me
When I ask you if you are thinking of suicide
I will try to help you feel safe
I will not judge you
I will not interrogate you
I will not panic
I will listen gently as you tell your story
In your own words in your own way
Suicide might tell you not to
Suicide might tell you I am your enemy

Suicide lies

Suicide might tell you that nobody could possibly help you
That dying is the only way to end your pain
Suicide might tell you that you are a bad person
Defective, undeserving of life
Or love or hope of compassion
Please tell me
I cannot help you fight the enemy
If you do not tell me about the enemy
The enemy that is trying to **** you
Do not trust suicide
They are not rational
They are a symptom a sign a cry for inside
Something inside you needs healing
Healing not killing
Tell me please what suicide tells you
Does it tell you everything is wrong with you
Suicide plays tricks with truth
Hiding the truths that make you want to live
The pieces of hope
The pathways to healing
The possible
Tell me, please
Tell somebody

next time you see her,
don't tell her,
how much you love her eyes ,
or how much you love her body,
don't tell her how much you love her hairs,
or don't whisper her beauty in her ears,
just tell her,
how much you love her soul,
wild and free,
tell her how much you crave for her,
tell her you are a gypsy,
seeking for a shelter,
and her soul is your only asylum,
don't tell her what a pretty gem she is,
tell her what a precious gem she is......

You can forgive a liar,
but lies are poison to the vein.
Hard truths may hurt, but
the pain fades and trust will remain...
Lies are deadly, especially the ones
you try to take to the grave.
Just be honest and tell the whole truth;
don't add or take a thing away...
Truth be told...

@desire.is.dope
2-25-19
1720HRS

i know i‘m not perfect,
i know i say the wrong things sometimes,
and i know i’m not always good at listening,
but could you tell me
what’s wrong?

i can try to be perfect,
i can continue trying to say the right things,
and i can be a good listener,
just please
what’s wrong?

that pain in your eyes cuts at me,
like the blade on the kitchen counter.
please talk to me.
i’m here for you.
what’s wrong?

i care about you,
i can’t see you in this state and not worry.
please,
talk to me,
i will listen.

we can go through this together,
you and i.
you can finally take off that mask that you wear.
i won’t laugh at your weakness,
and i would never hurt you.
please,
just please tell me...
                                WHAT’S WRONG?