My writings are me,
They express the deepest emotions,
Show my deepest flaw,
I let people in.

I do all I can to numb the ache,
The more I write the more I hurt,
My pain needs an escape,
The only one I have left are words.

Without words I am nothing,
All I can do is self destruct,
Maybe everyone should write a little bit more,
And hate a little bit less. 

brain on. heart off.

I have every reason in the world to HATE you. No matter how hard I try, I can’t. I’ll be out of your life soon. New state. New city. Maybe then I can finally forget about you and all the perfect times we had. 

I don’t know the definition of love but I’m sure it falls somewhere between the way you look at me and smile.

- unaiza n, maybe you’re all what love means.

Kiss me until my breath smells like you.

- unaiza n,an eight word poem

I love art, I mean just look at him.

unaiza n, sucker for art.

I carry you in between the lines on the palm of my hand. I wash my hands after every touch, hoping that I’d clean you out someday.

unaiza n, but you stay, stay & stay

I ran into the world of my fantasies and never came out of it. how could I? every dream that I weaved about you was better than the real you.

unaiza n, I don’t know who you are anymore.

I don’t know how to write love stories when I’m just a villain

unaiza n, bad at love

I’m going to write something so red, so bright; something that makes the stars cease to exist, turns butterflies into dust. I’m going to write you.

- unaiza n, one smile from you and I’m an ocean overflowing with words.

I hope I accidentally didn’t leave myself in between the cheap metaphors and empty words of your poems. I hope I don’t linger in between those closing lines. – I always want to be something you lost.

– unaiza n, a story you’ll write an ending to.

“The world isn’t cold, darling. The cold resides inside my bones. Hold me for a little longer, will you?”

– unaiza n, excerpt from a book that I may be writing

i love you, it’s as simple as that.

Should I step back and pretend that I don’t feel the same?

unaiza n. // I love you so fucking much

There’s an appetite for light,

there are love songs,

lilac gardens, bed of lilies,

warm coffee, stack of books,

honey dripping.

There’s slow dancing,

the moon, the stars, rain,

and then there’s you

andmy hands that will

never stop reaching out for you.

- unaiza n. // my heart is pouring out of my hands

But boy, your heart looks a lot like mine to hold.

unaiza n. // mine to hold

“Is there something you desperately wish you could be?”

“Yes, yours.”

unaiza n. // if I were yours.