Sometimes it’s enough to just say it hurts.
Everything was dark and the grass was cold.
I tried to smile through the pain but
No one smiled back.
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Mon Lune
As you watch over me, so silently
Just know.. I chose you a long time ago
So sweet though so far away
I can taste you at night and even by day
Something so cosmic about your aura
The sun and the stars, fauna and flora
The earth is ours mon Lune
Let’s journey together, my Moon.
X
1fragments of my dignity
laying on the ground
shattered
like the glass in my spectacles
after you ridiculed me in front of the world
0stains of ink
seep through the page
as i clench my fists with rage
tears twinkle in my eyes
as i reread the letters filled with your lies
——–
@lochscinders
1PLEASE READ TILL THE END: A LITTLE MESSAGE FROM MY HEART TO YOURS
I just want to take a moment and say thank you to every single soul out there who has been supporting me over here on tumblr & on my other social media platforms, reading & enjoying my work + giving me constructive criticism that has helped me improve my skills throughout this journey. This community has brought up the best in me and I’m forever grateful for this opportunity of sharing my talents with you all & meeting new people along the way who I now consider as close as family . I aim to make the world a better place, to spread joy, kindness, and positivity with my words…not just in poems & stories, but through so much more to come!
I hope I keep healing, loving, and creating for myself and us all.
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With kind regards,
Zeinab 💛
2“Game of Love”
A future in my mind…stolen.
I no longer get a choice
But when it comes to falling in love
I rarely do.
Every time
It gets taken away too soon
Before it really had a chance.
So why should I love?
When I never wanted to hurt.
Not a choice
In either one.
No release.
No break.
From one heartbreak to the next
When I could never love before
Love is a game
A risky game of chance
A game of maybes and what-ifs
But I don’t want to be an if.
If he isn’t mine then I’ll come back to you.
There’s always another she
And so there’s never me
For anyone
And nobody for me
Once again I’m alone
To feel the pain in my chest
And to learn to turn my cheek
And get past it again
I’m never enough
But I’ve alway had to try to be
Enough for me.
It’s getting harder to succeed.
0What is my name?
Flesh to flesh
I forgot
While the bitter taste of your lips
calls out to me
I only remember one name
yours
I repeat it over and over
Why don’t you let me remember my name
I never hear it
As I give you a part of me
As our bodies get tangled and unraveled
Is there not in this action a pact
Yet I’m still the only one to give
As our skins come apart
I read the boredom in your eyes
I know at this moment
that you will say my name to say goodbye.
5Street Lights
Street lights and me and you.
My small poetry notebook
inside my back pocket, waiting
to have my feelings written in it.
I think it was designed just for
these waves of tenderness.
Street lights and us.
You hold my hand and I look
at you, thinking I´m lucky to
be able to be by your side
tonight. And, I believe that,
maybe, I was the one designed
for these waves of tenderness
and love.
2Drunk you loves me.
Drunk you had always loved me.
Drunk you wants to date me.
Drunk you asked me to only be his.
Drunk you asked me to never leave him.
Drunk you talks to me and tells me stories.
Drunk you talks about your kid and how he needs to be important to me.
How I need to love him like I love you.
Sober you doesn’t respond to texts.
Sober you does not seem to want to date me.
Sober you doesn’t want me around your kid.
Sober you doesn’t tell me good morning or goodnight.
Sober you leaves me sad and lonely.
So it begs the question.
Who am I dating?
Am I dating anyone?
Is this real?
I so want it to be.
But drunk you always leaves and sober you doesn’t come around.
3maybe it’s not for me - an original poem
and i’m left to think,
love,
maybe that word
was never in the dictionary.
it was never written on my page
or scribbled in my notes.
love was never on the agenda
and never in the cards for me.
love was, nevertheless,
feverish, bittersweet,
and only ever grew in momentum
when i fell down a distant mountain
into the deep blue sea.
the one time i felt it
it abandoned me like a father
and took me for granted while
never truly coming to fruition.
despite my many rendezvous
resulting from seeking love outside of you
i’ve only found traces of love
tucked away and hidden inside
the lonely sound of my footsteps
walking up monument steps
and the warm, but insufficient
platonic smiles and laughter of friends.
love-
maybe it’s not meant for me.
— v.c.
3What I don’t tell anyone,
That at my heart I am just a scared child
watering flowers that the world keeps plucking out, and still it hurts
And still I water them, still still..
Still…4Powder
Everything looks different up close
Blinds are no longer smooth
Concrete becomes trypophobia
Anything is something to be scared of
Everything can be something to be afraid of
In the hills I listen real close
I lean down, press my head to the ground
Feel sleet wet the line where my hair grows
Draw a line by my eye, a fence, a lock up
Where I am is where I am, with flora and fauna
In the hills I learn to make a mock of me
A mock up of me, from tops of trees
Think hell is right here it’s not hard to know
Just hard to see, and hence, we fuck up
What’s the plan, if you’re going to keep getting knocked up
Is your behavior improper, a mockery
From the loch to the sea, we try to find meaning
We look where is gleaming, and then show
Underneath, feels less solid than fresh snow
1People care and what good does that do?
This world, this world, I don’t forgive you. You have hurt me too much, you have hurt me long after I was dead
And you hurt me still.3
