maybe it's better
to be nothing
maybe that's how we remember
that we're everything
maybe all that matters is the rain
bacardi apple and a blue moon
colorful nights and the laughter of
wild winds scurrying through
the city streets echoing your
name
white noise tumbling into
a silence loud with dark secrets
the stillness a fraction of a second
before the big bang
maybe
existence is death
and we're here to weather the storm
maybe this is what's left
and the only real part of you
is that which was never born
YOU ARE READING
Things ill Never Tell
Poetry"I told everyone I got over you. too bad I lied..." This story isnt for you. واجهني اذا لك عين. "يعني حلال فيني عذابك؟ عادي طول الليل طاريك بكلامي؟ كلهم يسألوني من تقصد، تصدق حتى انت تسألني معاهم؟" - علي نجم
