To love

I never love, to be loved.

I love because I love to love.

However, the tragedy strikes when I am told I am loved, because then I expect to always be loved. – S.Alaa

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Glass-heart

These ankles are still bruised from the shackles that had held me prisoner to this bed, after you left. My depression and I had lay side by side as hours turned into days, days into nights, sunsets to sunrise.

This hollow chest of mine still echoes out your name, like a wolf howling for the night’s light. My sadness and I had lay side by side caressing each other till these sad, swollen eyes were soothed into another sleepless night.

The chambers of this heart have thickened and scarred, since the day we’ve been apart. I should of been more careful with this glass-heart. – S. Alaa

 

A childish lover

Tantrums were thrown when fed his mistakes.

A restless game of Tag, his ego loved to be chased.

Hid his emotions in fear of looking weak, a daunting play of hide and seek.

Finally, when it was my turn to be chased, he wailed “No, I don’t want to play”.

– S. Alaa

Oppressive Gentleman

How sweet of him to tell me what I can and cannot wear.

How sweet of him to pull down my top when other men stare.

“It’s only because I know what they’re thinking, you know it’s ‘cause I care”.

How sweet of him to blame me despite covered head to toe.

How sweet of him to punish me for any inch of flesh I’ve shown.

How sweet of him to teach me, it’s not oppression, it’s just respect I must show.

How sweet of him to blame these curves that baggy t-shirts cannot conceal.

I am so grateful for this self-loathing he makes me feel.

I hope one day my mother’s love will help me heal. – S. Alaa