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because we’re just silly little 

humans aren’t we? bodies 

burning to find meaning in a 

never-lasting life. let’s keep 

this heat close to the chest. 

let’s burn until we’re a melted mess.

My heart has no sight,

My mind congested, 

My dairy left untouched,

So much to say

Yet so little portrayed

Weary of this episode

My conscience afloat.

Deadline at the door,

That was a month ago

Contemplation never ends

Death itself is dead

It must be cursing

For having me

As it's prized candidate 

The one who procrastinates.

It's fatal this time

It's do or die

If grace doesn't guide

Perish she might.

Sympathy is for the weak

But she's not

It's just the season that's bleak

May spring be brought.

The promises she whisper

In her lips so gently 

Fades away like winter

Tucked in like a memory.

What could she do

To get away for good

From this misery

She's clutched to, so dearly,

It's killing her slowly

She knows very well

Her vision is blurry

But her dream so swell.

Almighty, Allah, Oh Buddah!

Help her to overcome this karma

For the cardinal sins

She has committed 

May it be forgiven

And grant her a new path

For this is the last time

She ever wants to go blind

By the false lights 

You don’t have to know how to do the “right” thing

You don’t have to be the person that fixes all of the problems

You don’t have to be anything other than who you are

Not now

Not ever

and let me in.

no questions, no pause,

you just let it begin.

you show me your habits,

your patterns, your pace —

(I think you like testing

how much you can face).

you talk about coffee,

your favorite slice,

how long you stare

at your own face in the lights.

you say where you shatter,

where you hit the floor —

you don’t even notice

what you’re telling me for.

your walls — they listen.

mine? they burn.

a moat of fire

at every turn.

traps in the dark,

pressure on glass —

you cross it all

like it’s nothing to pass.

I open the door

and let you inside.

I smile as I speak,

but the truth doesn’t ride.

I talk of routines,

but it’s ruins instead —

I leave only ash

and smoke where I tread.

I say I’m a book

that anyone reads —

but I’ve been rewritten

by madness and need.

each page in a language

I barely recall.

read me, I dare you —

decode it all.

enough of the act.

tonight I’m with you.

it’s my turn to crumble,

to let something through.

my hands want to build —

you catch them mid-air.

you whisper “I like it

when fire is there.”

I’m starving, I say.

you smirk — so am I.

we play like we’re actors,

but we don’t need to try.

tonight we’re surgeons,

cutting in deep,

searching for shadows

that don’t let us sleep.

you hold your scalpel

just over my chest.

mine hovers too —

we’re both doing our best.

diagnose me, love.

I’ll do the same.

tonight we decide

who wins the game.

do you feel the pull?

I feel the reins.

you taste like hunger,

I bleed control in my veins.

but here we are,

no armor, no script —

just blood and breath

and hands that slip.

raise the stakes,

let’s break the skin.

see who cuts deeper.

see who lets who in.

you’re the patient,

I’m the cure —

or maybe we switch —

no one’s too sure.