Zubaidah Arshad
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Stop

A friend of mine once said

Stop chasing him. Stop calling him love. Stop being nice to him. Stop being dependent. Stop trying to be everything. Stop being the weaker party. Then he’ll appreciate you more

I wonder if that works. If you are born weak, if you are born fragile, if your heart is nothing but forgiving, you probably are going to end up in the same pool of shits all over again.

He sent me a message through Facebook. I don’t want to read. I don’t want to know. Because I am never born weak. And I am not fragile.

The Chain





The sky looks pissed
The wind talks back
My bones are shifting in my skin
And you my love are gone

My room feels wrong
The bed won't fit
I cannot seem to operate
And you my love are gone

So glide away on soapy heels
And promise not to promise anymore
And if you come around again
Then I will take, then I will take the chain from off the door

I'll never say I'll never love
But I don't say a lot of things
And you my love are gone

So glide away on soapy heels
And promise not to promise anymore
And if you come around again
Then I will take, then I will take the chain from off the door


Ingrid Michaelson
Image: Darwin Bell, Flickr. All rights reserved.

Belong

Can we not fight for at least a day?

Can I not miss you when you don't miss me at all?

Can you tell me that you were just fiddling around?

Can we be normal?

Like them. Like them. And like them.

Can we? I long doubt it.

Please bear with me.

Today

Today I decided that I just want to Smile. Let Go. and Forgive.

I never know when I will be leaving. I never know when this journey will end. I never know.

I will never know.

I don't know.

For that, I forgive you. And please forgive me.

My deepest apology.

I love you.