Life Crisis - Tumblr Posts
so this is all i will ever be?
living seems like a promise that i never made.
fatima aamer bilal, from so this is all i will ever be?
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky’s laundry for self.
[text id: oh, how i wish i could admire beauty without loathing myself. / what soap can melt this stain? / what water can rinse this dirt?]
fatima aamer bilal, from all that is damaging.
[text id: there’s always a home. / the one you’re running to or the one you’re running from.]
fatima aamer bilal, from save me from me.
[text id: when did your plam become a fist? / when did the touch of your hand become knuckles against my cheek?]
fatima aamer bilal, from you can’t save me.
[text id: and i said, “dear, darling, your shining armor is rusting. there’s no saving in a mad town crumbling.”]
fatima aamer bilal, from i would leave me too if i could.
[text id: i am nothing, but catastrophe riding on the wind.”
fatima aamer bilal, from i think i lost myself.
[text id: i have loved you like i wish somebody had loved me. do you know how hard it is to give something you don't have?]
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[text id: you mistook my graveyard heart for a city of flowers. / my dear, i’m sorry, i didn’t tell you, there’s no home six feet below the ground.]
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[text id: her eyes were always teary. / oh, how can anyone ever be so scared to blink?]
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[text id: please be kind to me, dear self.]
fatima aamer bilal, from wounding is also touch.
[text id: this house is haunted by its owner, no wonder why nobody stays.]
fatima aamer bilal, from delusion is a prayer.
[text id: i feel so full of emptiness.]
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[text id: mothers don’t bruise, they somehow open wounds they once tried to heal.]
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[ text id: astronomy hides in your lips. / one stroke and my vision is stars and eclipses. ]
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[text id: july 29. if i am a sunflower, as you say, would you be my sun?]
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[text id: if i were a poet, would you be my poetry?]
fatima aamer bilal, from wounding is also touch.
[text id: i am in a slaughterhouse with my head on the altar.]
fatima aamer bilal, from track 23: pathetic pleaser.
[text id: july 30. my home is cold and it's turning into dust.]
fatima aamer bilal, from but what if?
[text id: i push myself away from you as if i am a burden, but what if i really am?]
fatima aamer bilal, from delusion is a prayer.
[text id: what am i doing being this tired at my age?]