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Jan 2020 · 175
Wounded wounds
Zaza Jan 2020
How do you watch a person you love break themselves into pieces without cutting yourself on their scars
Dec 2019 · 376
Untitled
Zaza Dec 2019
What do you do on the days
when you feel more scars
Than skin
Oct 2019 · 522
Changes
Zaza Oct 2019
You were my reason for going to bed at night to bed at night

And why I never wanted to leave in the morning

I just dont remember when that became a bad thing
Oct 2019 · 417
Cherubs songs
Zaza Oct 2019
I was defended by the soothing tones of his voice
I can no longer hear the surrounding noise

Only the memories of cherubs
singing beautiful symphonies
In his lies
Those infections tones
Would pacify my heart
Like the sweetest of lullabys

And I could no longer hear clearly

I would selectively
Hear his words
To upease my reality

Because at night
As I would lay by his side to sleep

I could no longer hear his heart beat for me
Oct 2019 · 592
I remember
Zaza Oct 2019
Falling so hard for him
I landed face first and shattered my smile

I would jump over hurdles
With his image in my mind

But every time that I would approach the finishing line
I would stumble on his faults
and land on my pride

And everytime I'd arise
To walk by his side
My ****** knees would give way

I can still feel the pain
In every step that I take
It's like a niggling feeling
That just wont escape

It's so deep with that I don't even trust myself
To stand alone
May 2019 · 1.3k
Speechless
Zaza May 2019
Have you ever wondered
How your name
Would sound
On the
Tip
Of
My
Tongue

Whilst my cat
Has yours
Apr 2019 · 765
Silhouette
Zaza Apr 2019
I thought I cleared every part of you from my mind

But when the sun sets
I see your silhouette
Everytime I close my eyes
Apr 2019 · 559
Lesson
Zaza Apr 2019
When you left

You taught me
To only love men
who do not know of all the ways a heart can be shape shifted into broken
Apr 2019 · 836
Wish
Zaza Apr 2019
You always said
You would catch me if I fall

I wish I knew
Your arms were as fragile as your voice
Apr 2019 · 1.2k
The Weekend
Zaza Apr 2019
You became my Saturday nights

That never turned into Sunday mornings
Apr 2019 · 269
Butterflies
Zaza Apr 2019
I just

Want to find a love
That leaves me with butterflies in my stomach

Instead of moths in my closet
Apr 2019 · 834
Unanswered
Zaza Apr 2019
I don't know what hurts more

Watching you walk away

Knowing that you can

Or knowing that you should
Feb 2019 · 356
Broken Kiss
Zaza Feb 2019
He's so deeply embedded within my veins
That even my heart beats memories of his kiss

But you took away the honesty
I once felt in his lips

And now all that remains is bitterness
Excerpt from my ode to cupid
Jan 2019 · 318
Misunderstanding
Zaza Jan 2019
I never needed you
to be
the perfect man for me

I just wanted you
to be
For Me
Jan 2019 · 6.0k
Dear Father
Zaza Jan 2019
Dear father,

I still remember the last time I saw you

It's funny, because you looked just the same as you always did
Like someone
Who was never really mine.

Like a stranger in disguise
Who's reality only exists
When I close my eyes and fantasize about you being in my life

But I guess
When you heard you should live your life without
Regret
You mistook that for my name

And I wonder if you will ever understand the pain
Of knowing someone only when you imagine them
Or loving someone who thought
Never talk to strangers
Was a lesson best learnt by example

But they say actions speak louder than words
And you became so consumed by your own self worth to really give a **** about who you hurt

So you became the expert
At manipulating words
Like turning
I love yous into sorrys
And
Tomorrows into yesterdays
Until it was safe to say I couldn't count on you

Dear father,

Because of you
I constantly found myself falling in love with things that could never love me back

I became infatuated with sandcastle and snowflakes

Addicted to temporary moments
Addicted to broken

Thought if I learnt to fix things
Then somehow
I might find the manuscript
To piecing the shattered part of my being whole again

Because of you
I spent years trying to cover this skin that you left me with
Tried decorating these scars
With tattooed hopes
To remind myself
That sometimes
Some things
Were made to last forever

Because of you,
For years I avoided looking into the mirror
Because I never truly knew
If you could love someone
You only ever met in passing

You see
I mistook your ***** for water
I never realised I was internally drowning in your poison
I thought I needed you to stay afloat

It took me a long time to realise
That ***** was just your way of relieving yourself from blame

You became a box full of things
I packed away the day you left
But I've stopped trying to hold on to your burden

So I've taken out my smile
And I'll wear it with pride

And Dear father,
Did you know
That if you repeat a word enough times
Then eventually the word will start to lose it's meaning?

And I've stopped wishing I was still young enough to understand
What the word father meant

And now no know
That if I ever see you again
Then you will look just the same as you always did

Like someone
who doesn't deserve to be mine
This is a spoken word piece I wrote for my father who disappeared like a **** in the wind. One I struggled to write. Full of things I've always wanted to say to him. One I am yet to read to him and now no longer feel the need to.
Jan 2019 · 1.3k
Nicotine
Zaza Jan 2019
My lipstick
Stains his addictive tip

His intoxicating bliss
Caresses my lips
Suppressing that itch
Only addicts know
When they crave their fix

I'm addicted to his
Bad habits
He's my nicotine trip


So I chain smoke him every time I need a fix
Jan 2019 · 1.3k
Pineapples
Zaza Jan 2019
My lips
Will have you speaking in tongues

When you French kiss me in my Frenchies

I see you're hooked on my every word

Drenched in my sweet accent

Let me pineapples kisses quench your thirst
Jan 2019 · 326
Symphony
Zaza Jan 2019
You left love notes inside me
And turned my screams
into your greatest symphony
Jan 2019 · 203
Honest
Zaza Jan 2019
Why can't we just be honest?

Instead
We speak words to masquerade those thoughts that lay deep within our conscience
Our lips
So full of unspoken secrets
That we bite our tongues
As though it's embedded in our blood
To always speak with extreme caution.

So verbally we try masking those emotions
Of those internal scars
Those wounds left open
Trying desperately
To act without distorting
Our perfected skin
Whilst internally
We are broken

So everyday we try to shift the focus
So focused on portraying an imagery so golden
It blinds our eyes
To the reality we are holding
So deep within our souls
For fear of us exposing
Our
Truths

But our truth lies
So cleverly disguised by those simplest of hellos
And I'm doing just fines

We are too scared to say what we truly feel inside
Because we fear the rejection from those judgemental eyes
Do we falsify our minds

I guess that an easier pill to swallow
Than the one that embodies our pride

So we place blame on others
To upease our pain
Whilst we paint pictures of happiness
With the water colours of our tear stains
Trying desperately to hide our 50shades of grey
We just stand there drowning in the mind games we play

But how can we convince our shadows that we are truly worth following
When every time we are asked to speak the truth
We just hold it all in
And stand there choking.
Jan 2019 · 232
Beautiful
Zaza Jan 2019
He called me beautiful,
And I wanted to reply

Beautiful
Is not a word for the mosaic girl
Made up of broken hearts
And badly tattooed promises

It's not a word for the girl who breaks mirrors
Just so her reflection can resemble something closer to what she feels inside

It's not a word for the girl with tired hands
Burdened with scorch marks
From old flames she tried so hard to hold on to

Or who drowns herself
In shots of whiskey
Because it is the closest she will get to reaching the bottom of something

Beautiful
Is for the girl
With love stained lips
And happy ever after perfectly glittered over the shadows of her eyes

It is for the girl
Who only feels joy whenever she cried

I wanted to reply
Beautiful is for the girl
Who devours that sweet word
You only meant with your eyes

That word
You only said as you scanned my thighs
And wondered how deep
Into this skin
You could dive

How deep you could skinny dip in wet bedsheets
Without acknowledging the beautiful woman that's drowning  inside

I wanted to tell him that beautiful was a lie

I wanted to tell him
That the word
Felt like an old itchy jumper
Seemingly warming
But masquerading a body so raw
From trying to scratch away the finger prints of past lovers

Who would camouflage their lies
By parading beautiful colours
Just so they could chameleons their way into my covers

I wanted to tell him
That beautiful
Did not exist in my bed

It doesn't keep me warm
or kiss me goodnight
It doesn't visit me in the morning when I look in the mirror
And beautiful does not stare me in the eyes

I wanted to tell him that
BEAUTIFUL
doesn't mean **** when it is only meant for the night

Instead
I smiled at him and replied

I wonder if you would still call me beautiful if you were blind?

— The End —