“When everyone else rushed out as swiftly as they rushed in, you were the only constant. Don’t blame me for trusting you when there has never been anyone else worthy of such faith. It has always been you.”
— Noor Shirazie
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“When everyone else rushed out as swiftly as they rushed in, you were the only constant. Don’t blame me for trusting you when there has never been anyone else worthy of such faith. It has always been you.”
— Noor Shirazie
BETWEEN BREATHS, I HONOUR YOU
Inhale does not follow exhale unless your face waltzes across my mind, reminding me of all that I try to store away.
Your hands are gifted at hastily pulling out one memory after another— that old AC/DC tee I refuse to throw out, the handwritten birthday cards under my bed, the chipped mug you sipped from every Sunday morning.
Maybe one day I'll outgrow these souvenirs, outgrow your many fingerprints that punctuate my past, but that day isn't arriving anytime soon. It's a special kind of privilege, to touch something you've touched.
I want reminders of you everywhere— in every room, to take up all room. Leave no space, time, nor distance for anyone to take your place. I'll never make room for them anyway.
Nobody wants to reckon with the truth of this place. A palace in hell is still in hell. Freedom of movement in hell is still—listen, hell is any place where someone is being tortured and we have been here for the longest time.
Omar Sakr, “Here We Are,” The Lost Arabs
YOU DESERVE BETTER
It was a half love, a morning without glimmers of light through the curtains. The sun wasn't as enthusiastic that day.
Of all the pounding hearts on the planet, you fell for one that always looks in the opposite direction, in search of something you believe you can offer.
Don't fool yourself. They'll throw anything you give them to the floor.
“There was a brewing inferno within her that made the devil shiver, an unwavering intensity that was remembered long after she walked out of a room. Women saw her as powerful. Men silently agreed.”
— Noor Shirazie
“Apologize to yourself for all the times you’ve sold yourself short, or settled for something, or cheated your self-worth. Apologize, mean it, and ensure that you never have to offer an apology for the same reason ever again.”
— Noor Shirazie
MISSED CONNECTION
If it was timing alone that shifted your journey an inch from mine, perhaps there is solace in knowing we live alongside each other; testing the distance, waiting for the day the current finally conquers the ocean and carries our voices all the way across.
(FAILED?) ATTEMPT TO CONSOLE YOU
The petals fall at an alarming pace. I try my damndest to capture them all before the wind gets to them first. We were not born with compassion, yet mine overflows in spades for you.
Let us return to the start. Breathe in, but remember to exhale too. I shall hold your hand to soothe the tremors. Let us talk until the early hours rear their drowsy heads, if that is what you yearn for.
If you need to be alone, allow me the ability to watch over you from a chosen distance. I need to know your head feels lighter before it greets pillow.
“He threw your half-empty perfume bottle away with surprising ease. You did not think his recovery would be so painless. It almost feels like a sharp slap in the face. Did you mean anything at all to him? Was your imprint upon his skin not deep enough to leave a trace of feeling? You almost want to never touch anyone again if that is how you are treated, after giving your all to someone who never looked back twice.”
— Noor Shirazie
“Wait for the sunset. Watch for the magnificence of sunrise, for a new chance to hope.”
— Noor Shirazie
“Do not tell me to get off the floor. This cold surface is where I misplaced my countless dreams. I will piece together each and every one of these ambitions until they begin to glow again.”
— Noor Shirazie, Into the Wildfire: Battle Scars
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“You destroyed me with lips thirsty for thighs and knees push apart. Strong hands my undoing, fingers firmly pressed into pale white skin. My mouth open, moaning, begging for ruthless kisses and hair pulled hard. Buttons ripped, black bra unclipped, my fantasy fulfilled in a field of blushing daises.”
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“And I will love the wilderness within you.”
— O. Leary (via olearypoetry)
“You are the light I alone can see when the rest of the world is still discovering how to stumble in the dark. They keep tripping over their own clumsy shadows.”
— Noor Shirazie
“He spent hours thinking of little anecdotes, witty jokes, funny remarks—just so that his voice could be the only voice to which her mouth breaks into a smile.”
— Noor Shirazie