Isolation

Distanced from desire

Your touch unknown

Your company unfamiliar

Carrying no memento of shared promises

No marking of making you mine

Missed memories of togetherness

Nothing to nostalgically cherish

The pillow on the left always cold

No connection to your breath

Disconnected

You were the first ones to come into my life

All you ever gave me was mixed messages

I accept you

You are deserving of love

You are deserving of care

You are good enough

Or

You are lacking, deficient

There's something wrong with you

You are totally worthless

Authenticity

You tore me down,

Put me on permanent alert,

What I should look like,

Who I should be,

How I should live,

I craved to hear my own voice,

Difference

You made up your mind,

My headscarf,

My skin colour,

My gender,

All spoke for me,

Her

There was an innocence in her eyes,

A passion in her voice,

Her smile extended across her entire face,

Her touch,

Once experienced you didn't want to let go,

A calmness surrounded her,

Her heart so gentle,

I was afraid the slightest thing could break it,

Two Masks

You wear your mask,

I wear mine,

You don't tell me how you truly feel,

Nor do I,

We both suffer in silence,

Milestones

I was never the one boys chased after,

My inbox wasn't at capacity,

Flirting, a mystery,

To be pursued, how did that feel?

Hope

I thought I was happy,

But, every time you come along,

You got me questioning,

Doubting,

Blurring my boundaries,

I’m done,

I can’t keep going on like this,

Self-Worth

I thought you disliked me,

I thought you hated me,

All I wanted to do was to please you,

All I wanted was your acceptance,

I always believed It was my fault,

I was inadequate,

I was not good enough,

But, I am not the problem,

Nor are you,

Unfinished

Sometimes things remain unfinished,

There is no seamless ending,

No build-up to a final triumphant moment,

Autumn

There she sat on the wooden park bench,

She was in no hurry,

She had the perfect company,

Eyes

When I look at you,

I see them eyes:

Real love

I don’t want you to love me for the thickness of my lips.

I don’t want you to love me for the way my hair frames my face.

I don’t want you to love me for the colour of my eyes.

I don’t want you to love me for the contours of my face.

I don’t want you to love me for the curvatures of my body.

I don’t want you to love me for the colour of my skin.

I don’t want you to love me for how you perceive my external beauty.