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To all the appreciative readers out there: here is my first ever prose and poetry book I am sharing with you all. I am nervous but excited as I have got the chance to share my heart with you guys. Show your love and support to my little piece of work, I hope you’ll enjoy reading it. Thank you ❤️
-Marjan
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Feeling lost is okay
The suffering is constant
And that’s okay.
I think of you at every sunset-
Watching the oranges, yellows,
Purples and pinks.
But that’s the problem-
I’m thinking
Of you.
And I’m thinking
Of you-
Until it’s sunrise.
-b.m.
I know I shouldn’t do it.
I should leave you alone.
But damn it’s so hard
Not to pick up the phone-
Tap on your contact,
Hit “new message”..
And ask how you’re doing.
But I shouldn’t.
I know I shouldn’t do it.
-b.m.
I decided to add my collection of poems to Wattpad. Feel free to join me on there too!
Thank you for showing me love.
I see your profile pop up as “active”,
And I almost message you.
It takes everything in me
Not to check in,
Not to ask you how you’re doing..
Not to tell you how sorry I am.
I’m sorry I took us both through
Such an emotional turmoil,
And I’m sorry I hurt you
Just as badly-
If not more-
Than I hurt myself.
I’m sorry I still think of you,
Even though you’re not mine
To think about anymore.
I’m sorry I still crave our connection,
Our laughs,
Our all-night conversations.
I’m sorry-
I just miss you,
And it’s all my fault.
-b.m.
My favorite view is you,
From the passenger seat.
Your cheeks flushed
From the cold.
One hand on the wheel,
The other hand in mine.
Sometimes we laugh
Until tears stream down.
Other times we sit
In a comfortable silence,
The road leading the way.
-b.m.
Sweet love,
It had been two years-
Since I touched you, kissed you,
Since I felt at peace.
And now you’re here-
In my arms, holding my hands,
Kissing my lips, touching me.
And now I feel it-
Peace.
-b.m.
I saw this coming.
I knew it wouldn’t last-
It was too easy, too perfect, too raw and real.
I saw this coming,
But damn, it hurts like hell.
-b.m.
You’re back again,
Begging me to come back
To you-
For the third time.
They say the third time
Is the last time,
The charm, even.
But is that true
When it comes
To me and you?
-b.m.
And this is me-
Giving up on you.
-b.m.
And I’m just so tired of wasting good love songs on all the wrong people.
b.m.
3,568 miles-
That is the distance between you and I.
Every mile,
Every inch,
Every little space between us
Hurts my fucking heart.
I would do anything just to see you again.
-b.m.
I miss you more than I’ve ever missed you before.
-b.m.
I keep thinking, fantasizing
About you-
Being back beside you,
Sitting in the passenger seat
Admiring the view of snow capped mountains,
But overall enjoying the view of you.
-b.m.
“They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.”— F. Scott Fitzgerald / This Side of Paradise(viabnmxfld)
I hope the universe blesses you with a moment of peace this week. You’re doing the right thing, and you’re going to be okay.
Always find lesson in every loss. ― Amit Kalantri
