Self-Image.

For all the times you are dressed your best,
but feel you look your worst.
When your flaws seem magnified,
and like life cannot get any worse.

Stop, and catch your breath,
then look again at your reflection.
Perhaps people will be inspired by your imperfections,
it could even be their greatest lesson.

Your body is the only one that you will ever get,
whether you are slim, muscular, or even heavyset,
If you find it difficult to love the skin that you are in,
turn your gaze inwards and you will find the beauty within.

Stand tall, and hold your head up high,
soon you will begin to see your allure in others' eyes.
Learn to hear the stories behind every scar,
and just remember that you are as unique as the stars.

Stalin.

Eyes glazed, yet still peeled for the off chance that I may still catch sight of you,
starving for your touch, the slightest glimpse
would even suffice and nourish me,
like the most hearty stew.

Desperate, I know, but I can't go a day without thinking of you,
fuel for my mind, my brain drinks you like wine,
I find its intoxication is something that I cannot undo.
I made a wish, a promise to the universe, to remain loyal as long as it came true.

You are the stars, the galaxies, the comets,
and even the planets with all their moons.
I only need look to the sky and see
the planes passing through the night to be transported back to you.

Sitting here questioning why life behaves the way it does,
with twists at every corner, turning me inside out
just like scary movies do; you filled me with such hope then left me barren,
now I'm drowning in the blues.

I watch you sing and harmonize from afar,
I am still your biggest fan,
no amount of hurt inside my heart
could stop the love I'm still feeling.

I know that I am pitiful for staying stuck to you,
somehow our love like pixie-dust worked like crazy glue.
I know I'll never hear you say you want to be mine ever again,
despite being cognizant of this, I cannot stop hoping.

My closest friends demand that I get over you,
yet I will not give up or let go until you do too.
Delusional for remaining convinced that you could ever crave me again,
perhaps my psychosis can be explained best by my resistance to change.

Fooled me once, fool me twice,
and then do it again because I have no shame.
Play me, tease me, detest me,
it all feels the same now anyway.

My prayers are just a mantra now that I
repeat them even when they remain unheard,
they escape from my lips into the atmosphere
then simply disappear.

Hail Mary, hallelujah,
bismillah, just give me sight,
guide me away from this relentless void,
return me to the light.

How much longer can I be more pathetic than the bird that refuses to fly,
I will keep my back turned to you until you are a stranger to my eyes.
Devoid of attention, the affection that I have for you will surely die;
congratulate yourself for losing the love of the only city to ever tolerate your war-crimes.