empathy
365 days without you have taught me to write down my grief and turn it into solace
365 days without you
I burned all your favourite dresses to the stake
As if that would break the spell you put on me
I threw away all the poetry I collected
Now they’re all contaminated with your opinion
I tried to find any pieces of you left behind
But there wasn’t anything left to get rid of
365 days without you
I have turned my needle in to art
Please, give me a wall so I can escape
I have put all my misery in my needle
Surprisingly, they all came out radiating happiness I no longer possess
I have filled my walls with portraits
And none of them are of you
365 days without you
100 books and 24 packs of cigarettes
7 poems for you and an angry letter
Endless tears and sleepless nights
Put all those numbers together
And the puzzle pieces that is my heart would exceed the sum of all
365 days without you
You took my wings and asked me to fly
Foolishly, willingly, I asked you to be my wings
You said the sun sets in my eyes
I wouldn’t dare blink and you enjoyed the view
I said forgive your yesterdays mistakes
Maybe tomorrow will be kinder, after all we breathe maybes
You said you never believed in the “maybes”
365 days without you
Your honor, sitting on your high bench,
Judging the whole world in your own courtroom
You asked me once to judge you
I wanted to say: you are simultaneously
The most selfish and generous person I ever met
You hate bullies yet you are one
Your whole world is black and white and I believe you need a spoon full of grey
However I simply smiled and said: you are a good person
365 days without you
I waited for you to say” jump”
I was prepared to ask “how high?”
My problem is, you never asked
Your problem was, it wasn’t high enough
365 days without you
How consuming it was to be with you!
All the mind games, the judgment and tests
All the hoops I had to go through
Just to be good enough for you!
Honey I am worth more than this
More than the sum of your brain cells and even some more.
365 days without you
I couldn’t say the words out loud,
So in a rhyme I wrote you down,
Now you’ll live through the ages,
I can feel your pulse in the pages?
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Passant A. AbdelAal is an Egyptian with a severe addiction for reading novels and a passion for poetry, who writes bits and pieces of poetry and musings.
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