wafa - Hello Poetry

wafa Jan 2014

I've forgotten your touch
And the fabrication of your skin
The tired sarcasm in your jokes
Has somehow escaped my mind
I don't remember the structure of the jaw
I once was able to trace
In the middle of the night with tired eyes
The last time I looked at your picture
I could still pinpoint the raspy, dry tone of your voice
I've realized that the spark in your eyes
Was not ambition, or the stars
It was the lights of a town that will soon burn down
Your shy smile has stopped being a metaphor
For a knife in my chest or a bullet to my head
Is this what I'm supposed to call "recovery"

wafa Jan 2014

You're Killing Me

I think you left a match burning
While you were dissecting me from your brain,
Creating flames from my hair
Which were ignited by my brittle bones
My fingers will soon become ashes
And I'm afraid of what I'll become

wafa Jan 2014

I Hate Pronouns

I hate the letters that spell your name
And I wish they weren't spilled
On every page of poetry I've written
Since the day we met
I wish your smile wasn't engraved
Into my brain and on my skin
So that I wouldn't see it every **** night
In images I used to call "dreams"
I wish I didn't need to write about
him or you or (your initials)
Because I've always hated pronouns
And I know I'd never be able
To muster up enough courage to tell you
Every secret held by my pen

wafa Jan 2014

Poem #227

Nights like these I count the number of poems
Caused by a shattered heart
As if writing about you will piece it back together
I count the number of really bad rhymes
And the amount of times I wished you hadn't left
I count it all out, write down dates and times
They won't mean a thing 6 years from now
I think in the back of my mind
I'm hoping you'll read them some day, some how
And wish you hadn't left

wafa Jan 2014

Things I Need:

I need a little more of you
If only just a taste lingering on my tongue
Laying on the tip, as I crave it again and again

I need another lie
"I want you, I need you, I love you"
To still be fresh in my mind

I need some inspiration
For you to break my heart all over again
*Give me something to write about

wafa Jan 2014

You Stole My Heart (Literally)

There's nothing there between my brain and stomach
Where my heart used to lay a while ago
With beats in time with your heavy breathing
It was there, inside my chest to keep me alive
I think you cut me open and tore through my flesh
I think you ripped it out while I was asleep,
Probably dreaming of you

wafa Jan 2014

Fragile

Maybe when I first came into this world,
They should have labeled my chest "fragile"
So my that my future lover
Would know how easily my heart breaks