Poetry Series 1

I may not be the story you loved, but I have made myself the poetry that will take your breath away.

I may not be the person you desired, but I have made myself the dream you will never wake up from.

I may not be the sky you painted, but I have made myself the star you will always make wish at.

I may not be the charm you lacked, but I have made myself the blessing you will always cry for.

I may or may not be anything you wanted, but I have made myself everything that you will crave.

Always and forever..

Ayesha H

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Poetry Series 1

The day I said my final good bye, was the day when I tore a big piece of my soul out of my body and left it with you.

Now I’m living full and with chunks of your betrayal, while youre breathing on fragrances my love gave you.

I was living in a thought that you completed me, but it was never that.

I was always complete, I gave you comfort when you needed it the most, I gave you love when you longed for it the most.

I gave you confidence when you were scared to jump.

Now that you’re gone, I’m still full and you’re half empty.

And that emptiness made you jump onto next person.

Because it was always you who needed to be filled, never it was me.

Ayesha H

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Poetry Series 1

Unloving you was the most hardest craft. It had rough edges and sharp cuts.

But ever since my heart started shouting that my veins don’t breathe faster when I hear your voice,

Ever since my eyes started flickering whenever your thought comes into my brain,

Ever since my lips started fumbling whenever I sing your name,

I realized more and more that, my love for you is now just an old lore, something I lost between my tears and pain.

I’m closer to sail our love’s ship, I’m closer to paint our story as some old shibboleth.

I’m closer to call it farwell.

-Ayesha H

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