she was like the sun,
and i think i was blind
because i stared for too long.
i was born and raised
in a home of apocalypse.
and endless wars
have wounded me deeply.
abandoned, and ignored
by people who should have taught me
about the definition of love.
their actions shaped me into a person
who is so good at pretending,
for all to see that i grew up in
the name of love and affections,
when all i have ever witnessed
was hate and abomination.
i want you to be my art.
so, let me paint you in my sentences.
for i am your poet, and you are my poem.
let me tell you,
do not stay in a relationship
that makes you questioning your
worth, or a relationship
that feels like a big question mark.
you deserve someone who loves you
without looking back,
someone who does not make you
a second best or option,
someone who does not involve
you in the comparison game.
because you are not a void filler,
you are not a backup plan,
you are not a second choice.
let me tell you your worth
and what you deserve;
you are a galaxy with all its beauty,
you are all the best parts about art.
you deserve someone who is willing to give
the world to you.
i have seen too many women in my life
by men who could not calm
i have been dreaming to find someone
that could be my life-saver.
i am not sure.
i know deep down,
the only one that can save me
my life, my heart,
and my soul are locked and closed doors.
love me right, and i will give you the key.