poetic heartbreak.

we are a result of a drop of gasoline and a wild forest, slowly burning down the woods and until the fire reaches the last leaf, i whisper to myself this:

i tell myself that i am dust.

withered into the soil you walked on.

i am ash:

kicked into the drying water by your mighty pride.

i am dirt:

tossed around and trashed by your ungraceful hands.

i am hopeless:

screaming your name, gasping for breath at the end of the lake and yet somehow singing the melody of our poetic heartbreak.

-naurin abubaker

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