"Its 3 AM and its the only time you text me"

 "Its 3 AM and its the only time you text me"

Its 3 AM, and its the only time he remember me

My phone dances waking up my body to solo

I curse on myself, for not having it on flight mood

The way my mobile dances, I know it him

My fingers and I are not that friends, so whenever

He text, my friends betray me as always to answer

Its 3 AM, and its the only time he text

I keep myself sleeping all the night

Roaming around the memories that I want to repeat in

Laying in my sofa, waiting for a nonsense text

Just to complete a pleasure on having someone

attention is all I ever needed,

Though on mid days, I lie to the true me, on

how moving on and being independent is all I want

But lets face it, we all do that

Its 3 AM, and its the only time he remember me

He reaches out for me, when he is too wasted

or lonesome, I convince myself maybe

after all, I must mean something to him

But my veins appear to be bold like a tattoo on

my skin to remind me, on things he used to do

I allowed my ears to repeat his words to me

" I am not ready" he said

Its 3 AM and its the only time he text

He made me become his emotional pillow

Like a placeholder temptation

But I no longer want that,

I dont need a pity pale faces

or any of his another excuses

I no longer want to be his lighthouse

So next time when he remember me

At 3 AM

I will demand my body not to awake

While I dance on the shivers of the night

Its 3 AM

and my body moves to the table

reaching to my phone

writing down the pin code

opening the message

read it and

it says " I miss you,

hope you are watching over me,

I know you wont receive this, but just

in case you are up there, you might read it

it might make you smile,

I miss you,

I hope you are in heaven"

Its 3 AM

Its the only time he remember me

i and 3 other

#Newpoem #LinesByS

 In a temporary world,

we are never meant to find

a permanent home.

Other people were never

supposed to love you

into a sense of security.

The truth is that you have come

to establish a home for yourself

within your own heart.

You have come to discover

not that you don't require connection,

but that nothing else is possible

unless you are connected to yourself.

You have come to discover

the confidence to build your own life,

not to bury yourself in someone else's.

You are your own

personal space.

You are the one

you have been looking for.

You are your life's love and

the protagonist of this tale.

Peace can be found in your chest.

Love is found in your heart.

Inspiration can be found in your mind.

People who accompany you on your path

should never be taken for granted, and they

should never be used for

your own emotional work.

Because the truth is that

no one else's responsibility

it is to make us feel safe,

that everything is in order.

You will never be at peace

with the world until you are

at peace with yourself.

This is because you will be always

expecting things to be different than they are,

constantly expecting people

to live up to your expectations,

and continuously weaving

around your anxieties.

Instead, you must understand that home

is a state of being rather than a notion or a location.

It's a way of approaching life and

making it your own.

It's a method of finding solace in the outlines

of who you are now,

rather than who you might

become in the future.

It's the way you look

for presence in everything,

realizing that nothing

is supposed to be flawless,

but that everything is a new experience

you have never had before

and may never have again.

We have come to recognize

that we are the source

of our own existence,

of everything we make,

of everything we are.

We are our home

ستشفينَ

 ستشفينَ

ستتركين الألم يمر من خلالك لتشعري بجميع مشاعرك

و من ثم سشعرين بالوحدة كما و أن الكدماتكِ تسقط

ستبكين بحرقة و تبقي في البيت

ستتركين دموعكِ تتدفق بحرية و كأنها ترقص

لأن يصبح جلدكِ مشققاً و عيناكِ تتورم بسلام

فعندها انتِ لن تعرفي نفسكِ في المرأة

ستتجاهلين الرسائل من أصدقائك

خصوصا عندما يسألونكِ إن كنتِ بخير

ستتجنبين رؤية أي شخص

لتخبريهم كم أنتِ تتألمين

ستشعرين و كما لو أن العالم قد انهار

ستتمنين أن يكون هناك شخص ما لإنقاذكِ

لو أن أحدا ما يستطيع أن يلف ذراعيه حولكِ

ويجعلك تشعرين بخير مجددا

لو أن شخصاً ما يستطيع أن يخفف من شعور الغرق

لكن بقدر ما تريدين هذا ، أنت لا تستطيعين تخيله حقاً

لا يمكنكِ تخيل شعور جيد مرة أخرى.

ربما سترتدين نفس الملابس لبضعة أيام

ستنامين على صوت نفس الأغنية

و مع الأيام ستصبحين منهكة عاطفياً

لكنني اعدك ذات صباح سترين الشروق

وستشعرين بحسرة قلبك مجددا

لكن شيئا مميزا سيحدث

ستشعرين بقليل من الدفء

ستشعرين بشيء يستحق التمسك به

وحينها ستعرفين أنكِ ستنجوين وستتخطين هذا

وبعد ذلك

ستدركين أن الأمر متروك لكِ لتتحسنِ

الأمر متروك لكِ لتجدي طريقة للخروج

لا أحد يستطيع إنقاذكِ

لا يمكنكِ أن تكتئبين للأبد

في أعماقكِ

يجب أن تقنعين نفسكِ بأن تتحسني

عليكِ أن تجمعي كل ذرة من القوة

لتتمكني من إنقاذ نفسك

انتي قوية

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