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did i shatter your heart?
sending you two things that will never be able to heal you. a band-aid and my empty words.
save me from me.
“how did it feel when i picked apart sharp pieces of you and held them until my hands bled?
that’s such a sad thing to ask yourself.”
a letter to my other self. alter ego.
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[text id: don’t say my name, i am already a mess.]
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 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 delusion is a prayer.
[text id: what am i doing being this tired at my age?]
The Found Door
Panting in exhaustion;
She gasped in some air.
Engulfed in desolation;
Sword of Democles
Gashed her in depair.
In the midst of confusion;
She tried so hard to flee.
From the whirlpool of oblivion;
Her sorrows danced with glee.
Determined to escape;
This dumbfounding tribulation.
Heading to somewhere safe;
From all these retribution.
At the heart of the woods:
She found a forlorn key.
Amidst its hideous look;
An enormous risk she took.
She picked it up with ardor;
Walked a few miles more.
In the end of the weary road;
Lies her new found door!
-Stormykatie
I will lament
Our love like Andromache
I will sing three heroic
Songs for you and me
Though in truth
Our paths were never
Meant to cross
As much as our hearts
Were never meant
To respond to each other's call
-Never meant to cross,
Katie, 16:23
"When a writer loved you so, you can never die."
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Eternal Stirring
He stood in the doorway;
A phantom eyeing me.
Crumpled papers in his arms;
Dried ink stained his heart.
I can’t repress the shudder;
That abruptly rose within me.
As he paced the line that parted;
His ghostly self from me.
He handed me the paper;
Where he wrote all his dreams.
I read each word in tears;
Every verse spoke of me.
I gazed at his bloodshot eyes;
They twinkled back at me.
I rose to plant a kiss;
He trembled against my lips.
Now I can claim it’s true;
What people always say.
“When a writer loved you so;
You can never die!”
-Stormykatie
Even my demons stop to listen; savor the cadence of your voice rhyming with my heart, like I finally found the missing line of my unwritten poem.
-Unwritten poem,
Katie, 22:00
Don't let the world define you. Celebrate your strength; own your flaws. How many times you falter doesn't matter. How persistently you rise from the ashes does.
-Define you,
Katie, 23:00