Friday 30 March 2018

Not A Sad Story


Once upon a time,
You were the stubborn pumping of this aching heart.
When I would dismantle myself to put you back together again.
And I did.
But this isn't a sad story.

Once upon a time, I wanted to have with you, what the stars share with the sky.

Then life happened
and in the poetic fashion that all tragedies bear,
 it tore me down to ribbons
while I watched it dance in the wind.
But this isn't a sad story.

Everytime I oscillated between
 feeling complete inside to completely empty and then whole again
I knew,maybe for the first time, 
what pure, unadulterated love felt like

Everytime I saw you brave uncharted territories 
with your head held firm yet high
I knew, maybe for the first time, 
what pride felt like.

Everytime I held your hand when you gave me reasons to walk away
I knew, maybe for the first time
what commitment felt like

And the only time, I willingly told you to go to another,
only so you could potentially find your happiness
I knew, maybe for the first time, 
what sacrifice felt like

This is not a sad ending.

So what if it isn't a happy one either.

Sunday 25 March 2018

Read. Introspect. Leave.




Just because someone desires you does not mean they value you.

Read it over.
Again.
Let those words resonate in your mind.

Tuesday 20 March 2018

Stormweaver


Athens, Greece

Dark clouds rumble in the distant sky
Whispering tales of the places it has seen
When the sky goes dark, I think of you
(.. and then the storm begins)

The Only Person Stopping You Is You.

If you ever find yourself in the wrong story, leave.


You're allowed to leave any story you don't find yourself in
You're allowed to leave any story you don't love yourself in


You're allowed to leave a city that has dimmed your lights instead of making you shine brighter, you're allowed to pack your bags and start over somewhere and redefine the meaning of your life.

You're allowed to quit the job you hate, even when the world warns you against it.

You're allowed to leave someone you love if they're treating you poorly.
You're allowed to put yourself first if you're settling and you're allowed to walk away when you have tried over and over again and nothing has changed.

You're allowed to let toxic friends go and you're allowed to surround yourself with love and people who nurture you.


You’re allowed to forgive yourself for your biggest and smallest mistakes and 
you’re allowed to be kind to yourself, 
you’re allowed to look in the mirror and actually like the person you see.

You’re allowed to set yourself free from your own expectations.

We sometimes look at leaving as a bad thing or associate it with giving up or quitting, but sometimes leaving is the best thing you can do for yourself.

Leaving allows you to change directions, to start over, to rediscover yourself and the world. Leaving sometimes saves you from staying stuck in the wrong place with the wrong people.

Leaving opens a new door for change, growth, opportunities and redemption.

You always have the choice to leave until you find where you belong and what makes you happy.

You’re even allowed to leave the old you behind and reinvent yourself.

- Rania Naim

Sunday 18 March 2018

The Ending Without An Ending




you and me
and never us
a complicated series of
almost interactions

The Worst Thing You Could Ever Say



I believe there is nothing quite so important than 
emptying your heart every single day and 
leaving nothing undone, 
no declarations of it unsaid.
The worst thing you could ever say
is not saying a word.

RIP undone decisions and unsaid words


Situationship



I miss you
in the tiniest moments
through random minutes
between the seconds.
and  of all the ways I could relay this,
texting is the least spirited
and words fall short, lost in translation.
Technology: so fucking limited


Monday 12 March 2018

Tonight





The windowpane lets the moonlight in
while the mattress holds your form
The sheets covers your naked skin
the blankets keep you warm

I am here to hold you still
You're here to test my will
but the morning comes far too soon,
let'sleep on through the dawn


A promise made in fading light
tomorrow will come, but first tonight

Sunday 11 March 2018

A Thousand Years




So you lost someone you loved. 
To time, to crime, to science,  to space.
You should know that this was not the first time you loved them.
You have loved them multiple times before.
This was not the first time you both stumbled through circumstances to meet each other again.
And you both felt it faster, each time through.
And all it took was two sets of two pairs of eyes
meeting through the layers of lost lifetimes and stolen glances
and hands held among expressions of love.
and the unrelenting tide of waiting,
to set your world on fire once again, brighter than before.

So you lost someone you loved in this lifetime.

In some other lifetime, it ends differently. 

In some other lifetime, it does not end.

*Hugs*