At the ebony of a night
Even if a little flame blinks
Even if you think
That you left me.
You are blatantly wrong.
It is I who distanced myself.
It is I who detached my lost soul.
As you were never mine.
Never mine as a whole.
Even if an open wound lost in dark shade.
Even if you made.
Made me suffer.
This whole time, you could never delve,
It is I who suffered myself.
By not letting everything go,
And accepting everything though.
Wandering in the overgrown garden.
Even if you think you won.
Even if my identity lost in your phone.
That you blocked me.
I remain the one,
Remain the only winner.
Tell me, Who can trust you so blind?
Treat you such humble in manner?
Gazing up at the full moon.
Even if you think you can choose.
Choose someone over me.
Just know that
I have the right to choose.
To choose my heart over my mind.
For in my heart, a new dawn shall shine.
It must.
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Ink-Stained Affection
PoetryDive into a realm of heartfelt poetry where love, longing, and faith intertwine. Each poem captures the beauty of Muslim love stories, weaving emotions of hope, loss, and devotion into verses that touch the soul. Perfect for those who cherish deep c...
