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The game of pretending is such an interesting thing. We all do it sometimes. All the time, actually. We pretend we're okay when we really are breaking deep down. We pretend we're happy when the sadness that's taken over us had deprived any life from growing from within us. We pretend it's okay to do certain things just to be safe, just to not be hurt again for the hundredth time. It's a sad cycle and it hurts most of the time. The rest of it, we just become accustomed.


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Confusion

Confusion
Taking over my mind,my heart,and my soul
Keeping me from making decisions
That could affect the rest of my life
Switching answers back and forth
Holding back the knowledge of how I want my life to be
Making me fight to find my true feelings
Battling my mind until one of us wins
Cold,dark,deep confusion
Higher than I can reach
Staring down upon my face
While I’m looking up into it .



By~ Word _Addict


Pain. That's a concept that's complicated for me. It tore me to shreds at one point of my life...it gave me relief at another. But one thing it always did, it always made me appreciate every single thing. Even the ones that seem like specs.


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I am beyond exhausted. I lay my head on the pillow behind me, my eyes dropping in an instant. My lips are slightly open and I have no energy to even attempt to close them.

"Angel." It's his soft voice. "Angel, wake up." I slowly open my eyes to see the love of my life looking inside my eyes with unimaginable happiness in his. "You did it. I'm so proud of you." I smile weakly as his eyes avert to something in his arms. My little girl. I stretch my hands out reaching for her, and he hands her to me. I can't control my tears, as they fall onto her blanket. "My little princess." I whisper out. I look up to see him crying as well.

She wraps her tiny fingers over mine and I couldn't breath...my tears couldn't stop. She's a few minutes old and she already has me ready to die for her.

They say true love is once in a lifetime. I have experienced my second one this very night.


Your in my life now, dearest king, your in the throne of my heart. Your owning every part of me one by one. I only ask one thing as you conquer my every being...

Don't step on the smallest broken pieces which is my soul. The world shattered me so often, my pieces got smaller each time with every blow. And gravity is no joke, darling. It pulls and grounds.

With that being said, I submit. I'm always yours.


I look at my reflection of myself in the mirror, wondering how he would always say I looked beautiful. How he would always say those God awful words I hated to oblivion everytime he left me, "be smart. Be safe. You are a queen." How he would say he loved like it was the last time...as if he could die and leave me. Leave. Reality crashed down on me as I realize...he left.

He broke my trust, he crushed my soul and everything I gave to him and he disappeared leaving me to pick up the pieces I always seem to be collecting, everytime getting smaller. So without notice I left myself. Far away. With someone else who I hope doesn't break me.

I'm pathetic for looking for love In someone else after falling to my demise in the previous attempt. But my heart is pure...I can't help but look for love. A pure heart with innocence to become the death of me.




He can't take his eyes off her. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid his eyes on. He stands outside In the streets, wondering how her screams would sound. How her skin would feel as he gripped her waist, how her hair would feel as he pulled on it. He doesn't even feel the rain drumming on his body as he's lost In the fantasy of her.

He closes his eyes trying to control the beast within him. He doesn't want to scare his little flower. No. He takes deep breaths, in and out, just so he doesn't barge in there and take her like he owned her. Which he did. He smirked at his last thought. She was his.


"Until next time, my little minx." And then he walked off into the darkness of the night.


Melkam Arafa to all my Muslim subscribers. Have a blessed day❤️






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