Have you ever wondered if any of the blogs you follow/interact with are actually run by jinn?
that’s probably what a jinn would post to throw off suspicion
❋ Yasmeen and Aladeen instead of aladdin and jasmin ❋
Kindness and patience are the things
I wish to be most abundantly fluent in.
However, you make this very difficult.
I will not forget your spitefulness.
I can forgive, but I will not forget.
I wouldn’t expect either from you.
Hopefully we both grow in the interim,
although I will not count on you
ever smiling my way again.
We all seem to think that we, ourselves, are the only ones
I was always more likely to be left alone with a pen.
My love is different from yours.
Mine didn’t meet your expectations,
but unlike yours, mine will probably never end.
There is an ink stain
on my white bedsheet
left by a pen I’d used to scribble you a note
sometime after midnight
when the dreams and suffering
built to a scream that wouldn’t come
and I could wash it a hundred times
or cut it out
but it’ll never be the same again
nothing will ever be the same again.
I was only waiting for you.
You had to change heart
after having touched the deep
sea zone that my breast gave to you.
You had to leave the water
pure as a drop raised
by a night wave.