i promised myself i will not write about you by Bushra Iqbal
i promised myself i will not write about you
Bushra Iqbal
but here i am
breaking it in two
like the flesh of a fruit
gone terribly bad
the sand breaks softly
with every step i take
i like the progress
until they're swept away
the waves pull me in
the same way you loved
so ferociously gentle
with their want
no teeth no claws
all warmth all salt
i like it here
the place from where
no one can tell
the sky from the sea
where everything and nothing
coexist together
where i'm neither alive nor dead
neither sinking nor floating
neither breathing nor dead
neither in love nor out
i said i like it here…
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