Poetry

You'll meet someone you know, and immediately it just works. And that person will convince you love is not something that hurts. It doesn't second guess you or wonder if there's better out there. It doesn't like you for your words, your following, or your hair. They love you just for existing. The giggle that erupts from your chest and they know there's no one better because to them you're what's best. They text you first. A concept I know. And every time you see them, they say, "I don't want you to go." It's kind and forgiving. It tucks you into bed. It takes accountability. I'm sorry for what I said. It doesn't make fun or pressure you into something. It asks what's wrong again even after you say it's nothing. It exists even if you haven't found it. Their energy transcends time and that person won't leave because your heart is worth the climb. They'll think you're so amazing and you'll know it too because someday you'll meet someone that loves just exactly like you.

An educated woman is unlovable. That's what I feel like I hear them say. Too intimidating for her own good. She always puts something in the way, like her stubbornness, her intellect, her lack of ignorance, her abundance of thought. There's so many fish in the sea, and they all act like they should immediately be caught. That I would be so lucky, that I should be so glad that he took a chance on me. That dating is just so bad. They're just playing with a hook that will sink the fisher back to land. They say they want a woman that they will never, ever understand. So they can say they've read Picasso, so they can say they've heard Van Gogh, so they can say they've met Jane Austen once or twice, that Shakespeare was really great in his comedy show. So they can say they tried once. A relationship was too complicated. It held them back. That she was too much of something that he could never fully unpack. So he can say they like a challenge, but only one that they always win. So they can say it was just all, all of it was too much just to justify the way they've always been. She was too opinionated, too vocal, too political, too strong. She knew more jokes than I, and she always admitted when she was wrong. She was too honest, too trusting, too loving, too nice, too much of everything, so nothing would suffice. She loved me. She did. I bet she still does, too, because how could someone meet me and act like I'm someone she never knew? The educated woman is hard to sleep next to, hard to admire, hard to impress. They act like a relationship with me is a weapon just waiting to make a mess. A kiss to the head or a trigger to pull. They never see me, just a glass that's half full. While he scrolls on his phone, I'm at the table. It's dinner again. I seem to have an attraction for especially emotionally immature men. There could be better. They say I am perfect, I'm wonderful, I'm great, I'm exactly what you wanted, but I found you too late. You know what you want is someone easier than me. She'll tell you how absolutely great you are, and you won't be jealous of who you could be. What you want is a silent cheerleader. Always there, you're never alone. There's no degree to her name. She never leaves home. You're the smartest, the greatest, the best thing to her name. The maker of the most money. The only one who knows the game. The strongest, the wisest. You don't want a woman, you want a toy that can-- you can reset her settings to when you wanna feel like you're still a boy, a thing to control, a mouth that never speaks. You want a girlfriend, sure, but only for less than a couple of weeks. So you're mysterious, on a pedestal. The curator of the show. The gallery is all your best qualities. You can still control where it's all gonna go. But she's off script. Too aware. What's the word? Sophisticated. Too perfect not to show off. But yet you'll never post that the two of you actually dated. She's too harmful for the brand of male mystique and reputation. Too hard of a clay to mold to your own stupid creation. The educated woman will never be enough for the insecure man, for she will try to show him that he's still worth it, and he'll be annoyed that she even can

Still, I Pray
Why doesn't this stupid heart understand?
Just a smile from you, and it falls for you all over again.
But still, why don't you believe in love?
Don’t I look beautiful to you?
Why do you care so much about this world?
Wherever you go, my eyes always follow.
Every day, I secretly think of you.
Don't you know I pray for you every day?
By:- Jannatul Firdous

I keep my longing buried,
and my longing wants to return home
to the owner of this heart
whom I have waited for
through dozens of months.

(Kejora.in.silence)

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I have to extract the fragments from the great effort

What's left of you is my share

This body has been buried for years, will you help?

I have to extract it alive from the debris of the body

Keep in mind that there is no sorrow or breath

I have to sell peace to cover my expenses

I have brought a bird out of a cage

Now I have to extract the cage from this bird's heart

This has been going on for a few years now, 30 years ago

I have to extract the broken part from the clock

I have thought of informing the family

I have to extract the branches of the tree that was cut down. Yes

I'm more than just a character, I'm a fighter

I have to get the guts out of the story

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Deep line's....💔