Alternate Beloved
Here lie all the dreams wrapped in pain.
Grief has claimed me as its own,
it presses kisses on my brow with careful hands.
Yet still, here stands an alternate beloved.
To let go of sorrow I must learn to embrace death.
Beggar of the Heart’s Sustenance
Connection, regard, or love these are not things to beg for.
People begin to scorn us as beggars only
when we set them down as food for our heart,
when we bow at their doors asking these things.
Shukriya
I go slowly, worn away, as fate carves its lines.
I have heard this is life,
to weather, endure, and adapt to keep living in quiet Shukriya.
Excuse - 2
You said you were stubborn.
I said I’m not without fault either.
You left and called it proof of your pride,
but you also said you loved me.
Why, then did you not stay and show that love?
Why not repair me?
Was it truly stubbornness or just an excuse?
False Claim
If I had known I’d be blamed for claiming closeness,
I would never have been yours.
I would have chosen distance like the distance between us before I even knew you.