Reading & writing


The stories

I wrote for you

& you for me

Reading you

Reading me

Reading me

Reading you

I believed

In the stories

The stories

Believed in me

I think at some point

You believed too


If we had anything

We had worlds

& we had words


If you could read me

The way you wrote me

The way you wrote for me

Maybe things would

Be different today

They say

Try not to

Think that way

It’s not wrong to say

Still try not to

Think it anyway





Is lost on

The broken-hearted


I wish I was in a place in my life where I was organizing a retrospective of my art instead of a retrospective of my feels…


Me bleeding fear

Your anger clear

Who are you

After all these years

How could you

Take it all away

& blame me

At the close of day


Those pieces from us

Where are those choices of us


Empty notebooks

Deleted pages

Love deactivated


Β© Niliema Karkhanis

Photo by freestocks from Unsplash

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