Ambivert

I read your storms before your skies turned gray, I knew your silence had too much to say. Your voice would tremble, mine would quietly bend, I wore my heart like armor, lover and friend. I stayed through shadows, guessed your hidden pain, Held pieces of you through thunder and rain. Yet when my oceans rose and pulled me apart, You stood like distance, not close to my heart. Tell me, what kind of love clocks out at night? Leaves at midnight and calls that feeling right? How do you whisper “I care” then disappear, When the one who loves you is drowning in fear? I know, I know you care in ways you can, You stayed till two, till three , tried to understand. But love is not counted in rare borrowed hours, It is presence in weakness, not petals and flowers. And maybe, yes, I hid tears in my chest, Pretended my breaking deserved little rest. Maybe I never screamed, “Please, don’t you go,” Expected your heart to simply know. But darling, if I call you mine, even friend, I’d sit through the ni...

There was a time I wore a heavy soul, Where broken thoughts had quietly taken control. I was cruel to myself, yet kind to every face, Smiling for the world while losing my own place. I carried storms behind laughter in my eyes, Turned pain into silence, truth into disguise. I gave joy away while my own heart bled, Fighting endless wars inside my head. But now I’m learning sunlight can remain, That healing still exists after so much pain. I try to choose peace instead of fear, To live in the moment, to stay fully here. Yes, the past still knocks some nights uninvited, And tears still appear when old wounds are ignited. But I no longer sit there breaking apart, I gather my pieces, I soften my heart. And even with no vision of what waits for me, I trust the path Allah wrote that I cannot yet see. With all of my heart, my soul, and my mind, In Him alone, true peace I find. For I believe His plans are gentler than mine, Even the delays will make sense in time. And maybe every hardship I on...

The stories that I told myself to ease the lonely ache now haunt my waking moments, the promises they break. •The phantom comfort, woven in the night, Now claws at dawn, and steals away the light. •I built a fortress, from illusions spun, But shadows creep, and battles are begun. •Each whispered 'maybe,' each imagined grace, Returns a specter, in this empty space. •The echoes of those lies, a constant, chilling sound, Where solace once resided, now only wounds are found.   •The painted smiles, the words I longed to hear, Now twist and mock me, fueled by rising fear. •My heart, a stage where fantasies once played, Now holds a theater, where truths are re-betrayed. •The warmth I sought, within my crafted dream,  Has turned to frost, a cold and bitter gleam.

You don't ask people with knives in their stomachs what would make them happy; happiness is no longer the point. It's all about survival; it's all about whether you pull the knife out and bleed to death or keep it in. -Nick Hornby

Jab yakeen toot ta hai toh sab se pehle zuban  khamosh ho jati hai.🤍

Stop asking me to trust you While I'm still coughing up water From the last time you let me drown.

Let people judge you. Let them misunderstand you. Let them gossip about you. What they think of you isn't your Problem. Their opinions do not pay your Bill's. So you stay kind, committed to Love & Free in your authenticity and no matter what they do or say... never doubt your worth or the beauty of your truth. You keep on shining and let the haters hate.                                     -Ambivertsyed