How could she be someone’s mistake?
Khadija Rupa, Unexpressed Feelings
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Where the cheerful childrenof unwritten poems, play all around, you will find me there.
Only to close these eyesto sleep in the lap of loveand stay there forever.
From all my dreams where you felt everlastingto all my clothes your words used to wear, to the old end, to the new beginning, you have lost me everywhere.
Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be damaged? Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be weak in some places?
What about those Promises of yours to never leave me? she asked, stammering too much this time. His cruel smirk was as gut-wrenching as his words— Promises are meant to be broken, sweetheart.
The way your curious eyes were chasing mine when I stood in front of you, I knew I had known these eyes before.
I feel the pain—everywhere.
I threw myself so far in your depth that it took me a month to come out and notice I was actually sitting in my room. Nowhere else. Not with you.
Someday, even my existence would be felt.
Do you love me enough that I am allowedto be damaged? Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be weak in some places?
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