Anxiety wraps
itself around me,

like a coat that
doesn’t fit me

like a lover that
doesn’t love me

like a fire that
doesn’t warm me

An angel,
spreading her wing
to take me under it
to ease the anguish
of my heavy heart

A heavenly creature
fled from a lover’s hell
to purify her stained heart

I never felt loneliness
till my lusted angel
flew back to her realm

Will she ever fly back
and risk losing another feather?

She was named after love,
and letters were exchanged
between lovers in her name

Poets found their muse
when she visited their hearts
and I was one of them

But my love never
reached her heart
like hers did mine

And so she left,
when my stubborn heart was
aching to be laced with hers

She left,
and my eyes were searching,
yearning for her

Dear Heyam,
I swear on love letters
and you
For it is the last poem
I write about you

"D-d-don't look at my stretch marks like that-"
"Beauty marks, darling. They're called beauty marks", he smiled while tracing my insecurities away

memories
and
daydreams

both like smoke
elusive
and fading

my heart
always grasping
for more

will our story
be told
in a dream
or a future memory?

is one
more real
than the other?

You talk too much
It's either
Your pasts makes me regret
that I didn't met you earlier
Or a feeling that
I'm not used to deal with
But I love you
And always will

A beautiful feeling
A beautiful mind
There'll never happen here
I feel drown, No one prond
May be just wanna go down
Where no one around, No one knows me.