poems by heart

He could smell,

Broken dreams, 

From her soul,

Yet he strived, 

For her love, 

Even more,

But will her love,

Be enough,

To make him,

Walk over his broken dreams too?

Only time,

Could tell that,

He thought,

Until at her love,

He took a glance, 

And knew it was worth, 

The chance,

So he took the, 

Chance, 

And along with love,

Came his dreams, 

In a new form, 

Too,

Dreams, 

No longer broken,

Souls,

No longer alone,

Their love,

Had fixed up everything,

Their love, 

Was indeed true,

It was friendship,

And it was love,

It was caring,

It was being there,

It was perfect ,

Every moment, 

Spent together,

Was perfect,

Just perfect


A beautiful Collab - @unspokenpoemsandwords @thesilentgazer

( her words in bold, mine in italics

I could write thousands
of poems about you.
Thousand of I love yous’
like we use to do
Midnight talks
‘til dawn
saying I’ll be with you.

I’ts been so long
she felt alone
I miss you
How are you,
could I text you?
or just leave it here
tomorrow might
be a brand new?

Hi?
hope you’ll read this
You’re doing fine right?
I hope so…
don’t mind if I don’t
talk to you
I still do even know you

Even your
perfume name,
your flaws
that’s stay the same
will always be in
My memory lane.

It hurts, ya know. Because you were my best friend, you were my favorite part of every day, for three years. You were my sun and my moon, you were every star in my stupid dipped pink sky. And it just doesn’t matter now. Isn’t that bizarre? You put your heart and soul into someone else’s hands and then it just ends and you have to take everything back. But you can’t take everything back. But you want to. But you don’t. And you can’t. That’s the worst part, you can’t. You make them the air that you breathe and then they’re gone and you have to keep breathing whatever toxicity is left behind, and it hurts. But no one is going to save you, because they can’t. And that’s the worst part too. You just want someone to take the hurt away for a minute, just a second, but they can’t. You have to keep living until the pain gets dull. You don’t want to because they were the best part of this life and now they aren’t here anymore and they don’t even care and you can hardly bear it. But you have to keep living anyways. And it hurts. Ya know? It hurts.

It hurts. It hurts it hurts it hurts.

Not again. #prayforvegas 💔(there are more than 50 deaths, I wrote this piece when the news first broke and at that time only 50 deaths were confirmed, each innocent death has killed a part of world’s hope #NeverForget)

so i want to call you. every cell in my body is screaming at me to just pick up the phone. just pick up the phone. but even though it’s against my nature i must stay silent. must wait. wait for the message, the phone call, that the sane part of my brain knows is never coming. i want to sit and make you miss me. make you wonder if i’m thinking of you. but the longer this silence goes on the more i know that you aren’t thinking of me. you don’t miss me, if you did i wouldn’t be sitting here begging myself to not pick up the phone. just pick up the phone.

4am

Planned mass murder is terrorism! You can’t pick and choose who’s a terrorist and who’s not! Terrorism is terrorism no matter what your beliefs are. Double standards by the media. Smh. It seems every colour is a terrorist expect white. #prayforvegas #StephenPaddockisaTerrorist

EDIT: Also for the ones who are trying to defend by reiterating the definition of “terrorism”…bud relax there are many deinfitions of terrorism, and no universally accepted one! So forgive me if I don’t accept and agree with America’s definition of “terrorism”; a country that couldn’t bother to give civil rights to human beings until the 60s and is still prejudice towards Africans Americans for having those rights!

1. You’re going to kiss her and I am going to pretend that it won’t hurt.

2. It hurts.

3. Don’t come back. I don’t want you here anymore. Take your things and go. I don’t want to hear your name ever again.

4. I miss you.

5. Things ended badly between us. But that doesn’t mean I stopped caring. I still do. I still care.

6. My hands never did stop shaking after you left. I think there’s something wrong with me. I can’t think straight.

7. You changed your number. Or you blocked me, but the first one hurts less than the second so I’m sticking with the first. I guess you got tired of my voicemails begging you to come home.

8. I’m sorry.

9. I’ll stop calling.

10. I’m not the same person anymore. I changed. I changed and you weren’t here to see it.

11. I hope you still think about me. I hope you’re okay.

12. One day, you’re going to knock on my door and it won’t hurt and I won’t answer.

13. I’m scared that I will.

—  A.M// 13 things I wanted to Say After Things Went Wrong