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I’m the girl with baggage

The kind that keeps me up at night

I’m the girl who’s damaged

And not just on the inside

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I’m scared and hurt and jealous

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And kind

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A softness lives

Behind these eyes

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My stitched up grin

Eternally bright

It ‘lights up the room’

I live in fight or flight.

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Bloodshot eyes in a darkened room

Tell myself ‘Take a tissue’—I do

But show my cries—

That’s attention-seeking too

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I wear my scars just fine

Stand tall, with pride

Every inch of pain -

I take in my stride

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I’m fierce and bold and strong

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And traumatised

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My trauma is permanent

Stuck in my bloodline

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I’m the girl with pretty eyelashes

That flutter like butterflies

I’m the girl who’s healing

And not just on the outside…

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So fucking lonely all the time.
I only want to be near you, hear you, see you.
But you’re so far away all the time, in every way.

And every time we speak,
you say something new,
and the anger bubbles up,
but I can’t be mad at you.

I don’t have time to be mad at you
because the timer’s already started,
and it’s ticking too quickly
for me to keep up and I’m scared we’re running out of time.

The ticking drives me crazy,
always there at the back of my head:
counting the days till I see you,
counting the days till I see you after,
counting the days that matter to you.

And the clock keeps swallowing me,
one tick at a time.

Yet weirdly,
I hope you face this madness too.

I think maybe I’ve started measuring my life
in the distance between us.

But I think
I wanna live too.

The cracks began where trust should live—

I broke the vows, took more than gave,

let silence fester, lies I’d give

to hide the self I couldn’t save.

ADHD, depression—names

for all the static in my head.

But pain explained is not the same

as pain endured. The words I’ve said

(and didn’t say) became a wall.

Now every stumble, every fall—

she catalogs with surgical care:

the tone, the time, the unpaid care,

the way I breathe, the way I sit.

My flaws, a script she won’t forget.

I know I broke her. Know the cost.

But god, the silence makes me small.

Each try to heal, each step I’ve lost—

she meets with, “You. You feel it all.

Your feelings always come in first.”

And maybe that’s the curse, the worst:

I try to speak a small hurt’s name—

she turns it back into my shame.

So am I narcissist? Just lost?

A man who broke what mattered most,

now flinching at the daily frost?

My brain just aches. My heart’s a ghost.

I want to get better. I swear I do.

But how when every word I use

feels like a weapon turned on me—

no room to breathe, no truce, no sea

to wash this low, this lonely through?

Fuck.

People don’t love you.

They love the idea of you that
They compose in their head
The ghost of your kindness
And lightheart
The carefully selected generalization
Of your personalities
That benefit their ego.

They may not love you for these reasons on purpose
But they don’t
Or can’t
Fathom care
past the point
That exposes the barriers of
“Loving”
An empty cup

The thing they don’t tell you about empty cups
Is you don’t become loved while you’re empty
It never starts that way

You start bursting at the seams,
Full past the brim
With expectations and generous notions

People love that you’re so outgoing

When you listen to their tragedies with
Tears of your own to add

When you buy their drinks at the bar
To refill their matching aches

When you bring the smoke because you
Just enjoy the company

They love the constant
Reassurance
The compliments
The seemingly grounded support

The last breath in your lungs
That you give
To resuscitate the
Fragility of their
Brittle backbone.

Soon, however, you can’t find
enough starlight
To fuel the overflow
As hard as you attempt to replenish

The flow turns to trickle
and you can only allow a few
To drink

Soon,
You’re empty.

And not many can fathom emptiness
And the moment
The breeze of the abyss
Caresses your
Innermost fears

Is when you’ve
Allotted the last drop
To wet the lips of
The most coveted angel;

Only then can you see,

That empty cups
Only know of love
From memories.

\~sosita\~

how u fear attachment
is how i fear losing u
i wish you the best , my love
i wish u did too
tho my best is you
you say ill find a better guy
when all i want is you
i'll say this again to you
oh god
i think im in love with you

My knuckles were raw, a scraped up mess,
The skin was torn, causing me stress.
I kept on hitting, a steady beat,
Ignoring the pain, and the growing heat.

Then something gave way, a sickening sound,
White bone peeked out, on bloody ground.
A shiver ran through me, a chilling thought,
This was more than I bargained for, a lesson hard taught.

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‏تم منظر میں نہیں، آواز بھی معدوم ہو چلی

تمھاری یاد، تھی اک لمبی رات، سو اب ڈھل چلی

فرمند شادان 27/06/2020

روزنِ خیال :

آنکھ سے دور نہ ہو دل سے اتر جاۓ گا

وقت کا کیا ہے گزرتا ہے گزر جاۓ گا

احمد فراز

Tum mNzer maiN naheeN, Aawaz bhi ma’doom ho chali

Tumhaari yaad, thee ik lambi raat, so, ab dhal chali

Farmand Shadaan

[IN ENGLISH: You are no longer in the frame, and even your voice is fading away,

Your memory was a long night, which is now finally drawing to a close]

Her tattoos are changing shape

I picked our child up yesterday
She stepped outside to say “Hey”

I could not believe my eyes
2 Volkswagens turned into thighs

She waddled out in a dress
Can’t put pants on would be my guess

Flappy arms and turkey neck
Wishes do come true, I guess

I want to know
what version of you appears
when the lights are low
and nobody else is watching.

The version that stops pretending
to be composed,
that lets desire speak first
instead of reason.

Come closer
close enough that I can feel
your hesitation dissolve
against my skin.

I want your hands on me
with that dangerous softness,
the kind that makes my body wonder
how something gentle
can still leave me breathless.

Touch me like you’ve imagined this before.
Like I’ve crossed your mind
in quiet moments,
in restless nights,
in fantasies you never dared confess out loud.

Pull me into you slowly,
until there’s no space left
for restraint to survive.

I want the tension,
the teasing,
the deliberate patience
of being wanted intensely
without rushing the ache of it.

Kiss me in ways
that ruin my concentration afterward.
The kind of kisses
that linger for hours,
replaying themselves
every time I try to think clearly.

Tell me what you crave.
Tell me where your mind goes
when you miss me too much.
I want every secret desire
spoken softly against my mouth
like something forbidden
we’re finally allowing ourselves to feel.

I want your attention possessive,
your gaze heavy,
your fingertips tracing slowly
like you’re memorizing reactions
you plan to cause again later.

Let me sit in your lap
while your hands distract me
from finishing a single thought.
Let your voice turn low and rough
right beside my ear
until my composure starts slipping
piece by piece.

I want that unbearable anticipation
the kind where every almost-touch
feels hotter
than certainty itself.

Make me wait for you.
Make me melt for you.
Make me feel chosen
in the most consuming way possible.

I want tangled sheets,
half-whispered confessions,
lazy smiles after midnight,
and the kind of chemistry
that makes sleep impossible.

Leave your affection on me
like a hidden mark:
not visible,
but unforgettable.

Something my body remembers later
when I’m alone,
replaying the way you looked at me
like desire and tenderness
had become the same thing.

And afterward,
when all the tension finally softens,
hold me close enough
to hear my heartbeat slowing beneath your chest.

Stay there.

Like neither of us
is ready to return
to a world
that doesn’t feel like this.

Forget your dreams
And the elf

In the end
Nobody cared

It’s about love
And what you shared

I always say My favorite colour is green.

But if im being totally sincere,

thats not the truth

Green is the easy answer,

The simple white lie.

But how do I find

The words to portray

The colour of your eyes

that remind you

on the gloomiest days,

That clear skies do exist.

What do you call

A shade of blue

Sincere, thoughtful, and true.

The cloudless autumn heavens

Seem pale in comparison

To that blue.

So until I find those words

I'll just tell the little white lie

And say that I like green.

I love you is an understatement, how do you explain in writing to someone that they are everything?, everything you ever prayed for, everything you have ever wished for on every birthday you have ever had, everything that you could ever want in life, that you would choose them today, tomorrow and forever. Simply put, you can’t but I'd like to give it a shot anyway.

It needs to be studied, the way you make me and everyone around you feel with just simply a few words. I'd like to hopefully do the same for you today by writing to you about you. I always thought my favourite thing to listen to was music, until I heard your laughter, your voice when you're excited to tell me something, your gentle and kind words to me and to everyone around you. I have always hated the sound of my own voice, until i heard your name escape my lips, cause how could something that beautiful and that leaves such a sweet taste in my mouth ever be hated by anyone. 

I was confused as to what life and love meant until I met you, my love. Then I realised that all the things that gave me life before would have to make way for you. The gorgeous sun rays petting through tree lines, the sun setting above the ocean water; all could never compare to the beauty of you and your soul, in a room full of art id stare at you, the most remarkable and precious piece to me, made by the most brilliant artist, the same artist that brought us the warmth of the sun and the beauty of all natural things within this world, the same artist that  your light into my life. Our God. 

I want you to know that you are absolutely amazing and that I love you, you are a true and genuine blessing to this world. You are so brilliant and so gorgeous, you look pretty, speak pretty and exist in the prettiest way possible, never doubt who you are in this life and what you stand for. You deserve more than the moon and the stars and more that anyone could ever give, i may not be able to give you the world but i can give you the whole me, my heart- to love you forever, my eyes to watch you grow and succeed, my ears to hear and listen to your beautiful voice for as long as you will let me, my mouth to speak highly of you, to all that will listen and to all that do not know of your beauty in this world yet long for something of the same vein. As well as to speak to you, to remind you and tell you of ur remarkable worth in this world and how grateful everyday i am for you.

My love, your soul pulled me in, your heart kept me here. I love you for who you are and you are not. Perfectly imperfect, perfectly you, perfectly mine. My eyes could never wander for my heart could never love another, it is so full of you, for if you see what I see you would know that nothing could compare, nothing could drift my eyes nor my heart from my love. I don't know what it is that you see in me but everyday i pray that you never stop seeing it. I will forever love you loudly because what a gift it is to have someone as amazing as you for as long as you will have me. Upon every rooftop I will scream your name  so that every heart may know the name of true love in the presence of a soul, and that every heart will be filled with the desire of love like ours.

Since the day I met you, the day the world seemed to pause for just a moment, there has not been a single night where I have fallen asleep without thinking of you. It felt as though everything stopped to admire you: the birds in the sky, the trees in the breeze, even the roses themselves. I may not be your first love, but I hope with all my heart to be your last, your forever.  You, my love, deserve entire libraries written about how beautiful and kind every part of you is. I hope it is not an insult to your testament that I dare attempt to capture a fraction of ur true soul. In this world where everything is temporary and fleeting, I pray that we are permanent beyond this and beyond anything that dares part us. 

My soft early morning light, I love you and I forever will. If every word I wrote or said to you would move to laugh or smile, I'd write forever, I'd speak forever, so that the day and night would be filled with the beauty of you for others. You are all I have ever wanted in this life and all that anyone could every dream of asking for, my love. Your energy and presence makes me want to be kind, to reject the human nature, to indulge in violence and selfishness for your love. My dearest love, I will spend the rest of my days trying to understand you in ways that no other has ever tried, to understand what it is that makes me so lucky to have you. All if you will let me.

Forgot the past
Set ourselves free at last

Ordered pizza
Piled up in bed

Forgive each other
For things we said

You are you
I’m still me

Perhaps it’s time
For honesty

I’ll pretend to sleep
While we spoon

Your leg on me
Ignites the room

I’ll roll over
Kiss your cheek

Touch your hair
Will not speak

Passion fills the room my dear
I’m so happy I am here

I don’t know why I still want you.
How I wish I could tear you out
Just as you tear at my heart.
When I look at you,
Do you look back at me out of malice?
Or is it out of simple ignorance?

Damn you,
You, who do not understand
Everything I would do for you,
While you look away,
And then smile at me.
You make me ecstatic
To the point of thinking a whole life with you.
What sweet torture you put upon me.

Dear God,
What have I done to deserve this?
And to whom else can I confide this
If not to this paper,
Which can handle more than I do?

Night after night, you torment me.
The caresses you once gave me,
The passion you once gifted me
Now distant
Leave me stranded in the past,
And I, who have faced down so many dangers,
Am now too terrified
Of asking you to hold me close,
And squeeze me one more time.