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Twelve Jan 2020
decided
what had you waited?
ended
did it ever started?
treated
are you okay now?
Sabika H Jan 2020
Would the question still be beautiful
If you knew the answer?
purple heart Aug 2019
i knew we wouldn't talk each day,
someday,
like we are used to now.

i didn't knew that it would,
just happen, like that
without a fight from your side,
without a reason for not letting me stay

it was the person in you that i mourn for
a person to whom i could
ask anything
say anything
cause i knew, i was understood
without ever justifying

i mourn for this person, i really do.

whom i supposed to blame other than fate?
but the heart would have felt better,
if you just tried
a bit.
you left long before you actually left,
the saddest part is i felt it,
and still couldn't or didn't wanted to do anything more,
cause i chose myself before you could have destroyed me,
like you did to yourself
Faizel Farzee Aug 2019
The most unanswered question!!
What is life, what is our purpose in life? No one has a none doubtful answer and none thinks about it, cause no one can answer it, so we avoid it like the plague...
still searching
Ruheen Jul 2019
Why can't you hear me?
I used to wonder if you could.
Why are we speaking?
I used to wonder if your words were stories.
Why are we climbing?
I used to wonder if the world could fall.
Why did you say we were the story?
I used to wonder who was reading.
Why did you tell me we were dreaming?
I used to wonder if I believed you.

And I do.
So tell me this.
How do I wake up?
If I'm dreaming, wide awake?
Someone, seriously. Give me an answer. To any of these.
Nie Apr 2019
I gave you my time
I gave you my love
I gave you my mind

But what did you give me?
Isheanopa Zvobgo Feb 2019
You were always the first person I told.
But for some reason, you were the last person to know.

Why did you do that?

Choose to not know me.
Eleanor Feb 2019
I sleep on sheets covered in beer and carry boxes of bottles to the trash room, boxes and sheets and smells that could get me in trouble with the people who wear uniforms
And I put my head on the shoulder beside me and everything is sweat and stale alcohol and three am and I was supposed to do more homework tonight. I was supposed to get more done and go to bed so much earlier.
But here I am, tired and lying beneath Kenyan blankets, atop Blue Moon covers, lightly taking your phone off your chest and setting it away as you slip into sleep beside me
Here I am, bringing you trash bags I bought with my own money, carrying a box of illegalities I didn’t drink to the recycling, leaning into your flanneled embrace in the Sunday morning quiet of the hallway

I will take care of you, no questions asked
I will always take care of you

Before sleep’s waves, in the dark, holding my hand to yours and telling you that I am here to talk— and knowing you will never take me up on it.
Asking you questions because it’s my job, and you say I do it too well, and we both know that that avoids the question in the first place.

I will take care of you, asked questions unanswered
It is 3 am on a Sunday, and I will take care of you
Always.
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