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what’s in a name? that which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet.


(i)
in all honesty, i hope you found the peace you were looking for even when everything of you is at war with everything you could not understand. back then, we thought hurting in each other's comfort would at least lessen the pain. but each blade bled us differently and they bled us dry of the love that we had for each other and we ended up with hatred twice its amount. you, with your silenced weep; me, with my piteous bawl; grieving for the things we have had and the things we could have had.

(ii)
it was different when hope was involved. it didnt feel as drowning, and helpless, and hopeless. rather it felt like there is indeed a light at the end of the tunnel. and when this is all over, i wouldnt even have to run towards the light as it would pull me out instead. but this is already over and there is a tunnel but with no lights and no end and no pull. and i was left with no hope and no will to live no more.

(iii)
ampunkan diri ini yang masih mengenal dunia, yang jahil tentang beza taranya harapan dan ketentuan, yang buta pada apa yang ada dan kerap mengemis untuk yang tiada. 

nafas ditarik tak bermakna hidup, dan hidup tak bermakna ia dinikmati.

(iv)
aku tak pernah sayang diri
bukannya tak simpati
cumanya tak ada hati
nak ajar hargai.


// zahra.




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(i)
feels like you've got it all figured out when you told me you didn't want us anymore and you're leaving for malibu. my feet had to clutch the ground, begging for it to not let me go - the same way you did. because i did not want to fall - the same way i did, for you. said you're chasing your dreams, so i had to stop running because you're on another lap now and you've got no time for pit stop no more. i'm sorry that it had to come to this, you said and i said i'm sorry too. i just didn't know to whom.

(ii)
i'm sorry that it took me so long to let you hold me in your arms. i am not very good with space. my mum used to put me in a shoebox when i cried as a baby because she thought the darkness would shut me up. i ended up growing shutting people out because having people in my shoebox terrifies me as much as me leaving it.

(iii)
you loved him, didn't you? with all your heart at that. you knew it'll go down the drain yet you poured him with love and affection like a leaking pipe waiting for the plumber who would never arrive. you let him bend your definition of faith as you faithfully swallowed the lies rolling out his tongue. and you swallowed them all, love, because the truth apparently, hurts you more than pain.


p/s: i would like to end this with a line from hou lai de wo men (cause i've been watching it again and crying over it again); 
we have everything in the end, just not each other.

// zahra.
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i.
tear the wall
break the damlike the river
the hurt flows away
like the waves
the sadness washes away


ii.
you have to love in order to be loved
so i pour it all
till it overflows
doing so i fall
in a spiral so slow

i have so much love
for you, them and him
but never myself
for i wasnt as deserving


iii.
it was blurry
version of myself i thought i could improve
perception of myself i thought i could change
never really loved myself
for what its worth
neither for what its not
loss of love
loss of me
lost in words that could never be enough
to stand by these rad thoughts
of what is the use of love
if when it is lost
seems like
i was the only one losing


iv.
bila ditinggal
mulalah mencari, meratap
bila ada
lupa
alpa
biar katanya
mereka itu dunia


v.
apa guna 
menangis
melolong
jika suara dikuis
bak sampah
di lorong


// zahra.
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i dont know about you, but it took me long enough to finally realize that us, was never meant for us.

cause even after three months of your farewell, i could still see you next to me when i woke up in the morning; smell your ironwood perfume lingering in the bedroom; hear your husky velvety voice calling out for my name; and even feel your rosy lips leaving a kiss on my cheek when you bid me goodnight.

to say that i was a mess, was an understatement.

because all those tears and screams when i realised you're never going to come back and hold me dearly in your cradle like the other nights, would never do me any justice

and all those lies you told me about how everything would get better, would never make me feel any better.

and i, i would never be the same.


// zahra.
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depression as a stand-up comedy show
for everything about it is a joke.
for those who doesn’t have it -
they're the audience.

first day of showing - the ticket sold out
do they really care, we had our doubt
perhaps it’s only for the gram and clout

they stormed in bearing signs of lies
of what they discerned as proper and wise
guess they forgot to empathise.

backstage - we were rattled to the bone
we wanted our head to be blown
we didn’t want anything to be shown.

but calming down, we proceed to do
“it’ll break our mother’s heart”, a chant so true
so breaking our own will make do

onstage - we stood with chin held high
bare soul in hand, heavy tears in eyes
all kept inside finally vocalised

yet the hall laughed so hearty
for they see what they only wanted to see
not the cry for help, not the silent plea.

last day of showing - medics scattered around
with intention in mind to hold us down
not wanting us to further be drowned

though we’re glad being taken seriously
would they ever realize finally
it was never a show initially.

// zahra.

p/s: wrote this for my lit class. thought it would be nice to share it here

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