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In English We Say: I Will Always Wait for You
In English we say, I will always wait for you,but in poetry we say—I stayed without being asked,loved without being claimed,and hoped without being assuredthat hope was welcome here. I say—there was no agreement,no label to hide behind,just me choosing youevery daylike it was a decision,not a coincidence. I say—I didn’t wait because I was…
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My Therapist
My therapist asked me to describe pain. “It tastes like metal,” I said—like the tang of blood you can’t spit out,the kind that lingers at the back of your throatlong after the wound is made. It smells like raintrapped in a room with no windows—damp, heavy, refusing to leave. It sounds like a door closing…
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I’M SO TERRIFIED
Does my love matter?So long whats the matter?For deep within i can feel my soul battling with my fleshLoosening all tight knotsLove and feelings all pulling in different directionsInside my mind and heart is pain and peace in diversion I’m so terrifiedMy feelings are slowly fading and I can’t help it Icondo yami ithi mina…
