Qalatté

Words uttered by a caffeinated soul.

[qalatte-blog]

I came clean and told you about the suffocation, Specifically that I felt suffocated by your affection. But you simply couldnʼt wrap your head around that notion Instead, you gave me endless doses of your strongest potion.

Only after it was too late, did you realize that it was my intention To let you get lost in the commotion Donʼt you dare say that I didnʼt give you the option To pull out the white flag, and graciously surrender to this failed mission And be able to walk away with that meticulously curated carnation.

Had you taken the time to comprehend the art of my conception It wouldnʼt have come to this, where I am robbing you of your elation You made yourself vulnerable to the abrasion Now all I can do I graciously mutter the farewell incantation

Darling, you have to understand that you canʼt and wonʼt ever be my salvation.

~M

[qalatte-blog]

You reminded me of the afternoons spent rolling around in the grass.

You reminded me of the first whiff of morning coffee.

You reminded of harmonious strums of strings.

You reminded me of gazing at starry nights from the highest rooftops in the city.

You reminded me of dipping a paintbrush in freshly squeezed paint on a palette.

You reminded me of a fresh batch of brownies being pulled out from the oven.

You reminded me of the first sip of cold wine whilst staring into dreamy eyes.

You reminded me of lighting incense and getting lost in the smell.

You reminded me of riding with the window down on full speed.

You reminded me of everything I never had, yet could have had.

You reminded me that you robbed me of so much.

~M