#excerpt from a book i might write
Take care of your heart.
Let go of all the people who play with it. The ones who don’t know how to handle it. The ones who took advantage of it and recklessly pierced it into pieces. Let go of those who see your kindness as weakness and take advantage of it. Let go of them so you can fully see and appreciate your worth.
Take care of your heart.
Make a room for the peoole who deserve to have a spot in your life. Fight for the people who will lead you closer to the One who will fill the void in your heart. You may not know them yet but when you do, keep them. Allow yourself to feel what true love is from genuine people.
Take care of your heart.
Do not let the world make you become jaded because you are meant to become a diamond. This world may go against you but that won’t make you less of a person. Your heart is worth guarding for. Your heart is worth fighting for.
Above all else, take care of your heart.
-diary entry from 15.12.21
Overnight, I became the friend that will make personalised playlists for people’s birthdays, the friend that will ask you how you were at every silent moment in a conversation, because it’s a question that isn’t asked enough, the friend that won’t go a day without seeing you because she misses your face, despite the fact she didn’t know you before September, the friend that will get up and dance the second Ode To A Conversation Stuck In Your Throat plays, or Sex by The 1975, and will grab the hands of the closest person and get them to dance too, the friend that will knock first so you can speak, the friend that will talk to the Year 13s because they seem so scary despite being only a year older than you, the friend that walk you down to the coffee shop because you were going on your own, the friend that says hate is a strong word, but uses ‘love’ as easily as connectives, the friend that will ask you if you want to talk, because she’s there to listen, the friend that will be the first to apologise, the friend that will write poetry about you at 3am, and post it anonymously on Tumblr, the friend that confidence comes easily to, the friend with a god complex, despite hating herself, the friend that tells you that she dreamt of you the night before, despite it being a complete lie, the friend that will lie and cheat to get her own way, the friend that will manipulate and deceive just to remind everyone that she isn’t really thatfriend, because how could anyone have thatfriend? No one has her, really. She’s a Manic Pixie Dream Girl that’s trying too hard for the purpose of something that doesn’t even exist. She was none of these people four months ago. I wish I never had thatfriend. I think I’d kill her. She’d drive me mad.
Stripped
like the Oak in winter.
Numb inside,
too barren her eyes,
a mind on mute,
her voice gone dry.
But outside
the wind wails.
Our love
once alive
lay buried inside
the space
between
each line.
Through the shades
sunbeams
paint the corner
of her space,
yet she turns
and fixates
on the shadows.
my darling, the sun has set. bury yourself in my arms,
let me untangle the stardust from you hair.
- unaiza n, an excerpt from sunburned in april.
