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by Sana Abuleil


  and you don't know

  who they belong to

  or how they've sewn themselves

  to your insides

  but you feel them

  and sometimes they're loud

  and overpowering

  until it starts to look a lot like

  a tug-of-war match

  between what you are

  and what they want you to be

  and what you want to be

  is stuck on the sidelines

  too afraid to push through the crowd

  nothing forceful

  and nothing persistent.

  you don't know where to go from here.

  neither do i.

  08/10/2011

  you never understood

  why they called it a heavy heart.

  it doesn't feel heavy.

  it feels more like

  an icepick heartache

  more like a sprained aorta.

  you can feel the limp

  every time it beats.

  you can feel it

  and it doesn't feel heavy

  it feels like a pulmonary concussion

  like it's been bruised and shaken.

  have you ever dropped a snow globe?

  it doesn't feel heavy.

  it feels like a mitral fracture

  like parts that

  scientifically

  can't even break

  but they do anyway

  out of sadness

  like self-destruction.

  your heart doesn't feel heavy

  but you wish it did

  don't you?

  and you wish

  they called it something else

  something more accurate

  because i'm sure you'd take heavy

  over any of this.

  i'm sure you'd take heavy

  over any of this

  any day.

  09/28/2011

  there's this beast

  and his hands are broken

  and his teeth are sharp

  but some are missing

  and he'll come to you

  thinking you're a hospital

  and dammit

  you are

  you are

  so you'll heal him

  take him in and make your arms a bed

  turn your fingers into iv lines

  and nurse him whole

  every bone reset

  every wound stitched

  every missing part replaced

  and there he'll stand

  beast again

  so he'll dig his claws

  into your chest

  and rip pieces of you

  i'm sure you need

  and he'll blame you for healing him

  and he'll blame you for bleeding

  and dammit you'll apologize

  you'll apologize

  but if you read this in time

  then i hope you bite your tongue

  and i hope you understand

  that your kindness should

  never warrant an apology

  and anyone who tells your otherwise

  is wrong.

  10/20/2011

  you always want to be the one

  who leaves

  but he's threatening that

  because for the first time ever

  you want to stay

  and this vulnerability scares you

  so you don't just look for a way out

  you make one

  with whatever it takes

  and by any means necessary

  and right now that looks like

  an underground tunnel

  you've dug with your nails

  and he holds your hands and asks

  where all the dirt comes from

  and why you're always sore

  and why you collect plastic spoons

  but you just smile and shrug your shoulders.

  “i'll tell you tonight” you say

  knowing damn well

  you'll be gone before

  the sun even sets.

  10/30/2011

  for 12 years

  i've been trying to write a poem

  that hurts so deeply

  one that feels like ice pellets on glass

  no

  like reaching for the cupboard above the stove

  tippy toes and all

  but you slip

  and your palm lands on open flame

  except instead of your palm

  i want it to be your everything

  i want it all to hurt when you read this

  i want emergency room stretchers and sirens

  waiting rooms filled at midnight

  i want casts and painkillers and blood infusions

  i want you to feel something

  because god knows i do

  every time i try to write this story

  but i keep choking

  i keep spitting it back up

  and thinking

  when does

  the giver stop giving?

  when does

  the doctor stop healing?

  when does

  the lover stop loving

  and when does

  the hurt stop hurting?

  01/06/2012

  i wish i could tell you that i'm here

  waiting for you

  with it all figured out

  finally

  but i can't.

  because i don't.

  i'm still scared of the future

  and the past still knocks on my door

  and the now sometimes feels like a blur

  and i'm sorry.

  but things are still okay.

  people are still good

  some of them

  but by the time you read this

  you'll already know that.

  and i'm sorry

  but at least i'm writing you this.

  it's been sitting on my tongue for a while

  i just hope it reaches you when your arms

  and mind

  are wide open.

  i'm sorry i don't have it worked out

  but if you stay

  maybe we can do it together.

  01/15/2012

  you worry

  you'll never be able to hear

  your own thoughts

  when there are tvs

  and entire orchestras

  in your head

  drowning out your now.

  but those screens

  and symphonies

  someone told me

  they start reciting words

  and playing melodies

  you'll want to listen to

  tap your fingers to

  memorize.

  someone told me

  there will come a day where

  the noise

  turns into something

  you'll actually want to hear.

  i just hope they're right.

  02/23/2012

  there's something wrong

  with the way you understand love

  no

  not wrong

  different.

  and not you

  we.

  but still.

  when they give too much

  you don't give at all.

  your head gets louder

  your mouth gets softer

  and your eyes never meet theirs.

  but
you love anyway

  from afar

  quietly

  and always alone

  but it's there.

  and then

  when they don't love you

  or give you anything

  when their eyes

  stare at everything

  but you

  you can't look away

  can't stop your tongue

  from running

  because being alone

  when no love is given

  means

  the love you trap inside you

  isn't going anywhere

  and you haven't understood

  how to give it to yourself

  yet

  which is okay

  because you will.

  but right now

  this one-sided love

  is the only thing you know

  but that's why i'm here

  to tell you that taking love

  and giving it

  should never be separated

  that taking love

  and giving it

  is the only way this thing

  makes sense.

  take love

  and give it

  to her

  and him

  but first

  to yourself.

  03/01/2012

  remember

  please

  if there's nothing else you do

  just remember.

  remember how they hurt you

  but don't ever hold it against them.

  remember what they said

  but forgive them anyway.

  remember what you did

  but love yourself still.

  remember

  because

  the moment you forget

  there will come

  a flood of the same mistakes

  over and over

  and you will welcome them

  with open arms.

  but i swear

  you can't afford

  to hurt much more.

  05/09/2012

  at times like this

  you'll try to tell yourself

  that the pain can drive you

  can take you to places you've never been

  but these places aren't always good

  and you'll go anyway

  and that's where i am right now

  in a car

  or train

  or something

  taking me somewhere

  i don't really think i want to go

  but i'm going because that's what you do

  when the pain is this bad

  when your heart aches so much

  that the hurt

  echoes

  through every part of you.

  you let it take you where it has to

  and you pray

  to something

  to someone

  to anything and anyone

  that the places it will take you are good

  and the people it will drive you to are good

  but that isn't always the case

  and i haven't figured out yet

  what you do when this happens

  and how you get home from here

  but i will

  i know i will

  and i'll tell you when i do.

  06/14/2012

  you won't always make homes out of people.

  you'll make them out of kindness

  photos

  voicemails

  and you'll make them out of moments

  and you'll make them temporary

  because you can't keep visiting places

  you can never live

  and you can't keep holding on to people

  you can never have.

  07/13/2012

  you're losing your memory

  so let me help you out with this.

  have you figured out what it means

  to break

  or to be

  or what it means to feel

  both of these at once?

  because i know most of last december is a blur

  and the one before that.

  god knows what you've missed

  but right now you're hurting

  and you thought you would recognize this feeling

  the breaking

  and the being

  and the trying to fall apart

  without losing the little parts of you

  you've held on to.

  you've lost your memory though

  so none of this is familiar

  but you know you've felt it before

  you must've.

  you have a list too long to tattoo

  of everyone who's hurt you

  who's made you bleed

  made you scream

  made you lose your mind.

  but this

  this is something different.

  it's starting to feel like a new list

  isn't it?

  but this time

  you're the one who's doing the hurting

  and the list isn't yours.

  08/06/2012

  you can't write

  so by default

  you can't breathe either

  it's like an entire universe

  is building up inside you

  but you can't show me it

  and i know

  it's beautiful

  and it's big

  and it's growing

  but it's hidden

  you just don't know

  how to uncover it

  so you're trying to collect stars

  from other universes

  you're trying to build flashlights

  using nothing but your smile

  you're not an engineer

  but you're trying to study the circuits

  of your heart

  because maybe something's disconnected

  maybe a wire is missing

  and that's why you're here

  that's why you're stuck

  that's why you can't speak

  but nothing seems to be working

  and you don't know how much longer

  you can last like this.

  09/18/2012

  i don't know who taught you

  that love hurts

  that if your heart aches

  and your mind is torn

  then it's real

  because

  this is going to make you spend

  the next part of your life

  searching for pain

  to remind you

  that you're in love.

  and then when you find people

  who will finally love you back

  you're going to question it

  because it won't hurt anymore

  and you'll think that must mean

  it isn't real

  but it is

  it has to be

  because i don't think

  love is supposed to hurt.

  i think it's supposed to heal

  and i don't know

  who taught us

  otherwise.

  09/27/2012

  my poems are all

  starting to sound the same.

  they blur into each other

  the way the traffic lights do

  when they reflect on the street

  after a rainstorm

  and the whole city

  lights
up at night

  and it makes sense

  because lately it's

  been rainstorm after rainstorm

  so why wouldn't these words

  get washed into each other?

  but i'm worried

  that this isn't just happening here

  on paper

  i'm worried that it's happening

  inside me too

  because it's getting a little hard

  to tell the difference

  between feeling too much

  and not feeling at all.

  so it's kind of like these late-night rainstorms

  except the only difference is

  there are no coloured lights inside me

  to ease the darkness.

  but i'm still writing these poems

  even though they're all the same

  because maybe you need to hear me tell you

  it will be okay

  in a hundred different ways

  until you start believing it.

  so here's another poem

  that i could've written in 4 words

  but instead i chose 203

  this time

  because maybe you need to hear it

  in a hundred different ways

  and maybe you need to hear it

  in a hundred different words.

  10/12/2012

  don't read this now.

  read this the day you hear your words

  in the mouths of people

  who were never meant to taste

  your thoughts.

  don't read this now.

  read this the day you realize

  you're alone

  not physically

  you're never really alone

  physically

  but you are in other ways.

  read this when you figure out

  what ways i'm talking about.

  don't read this now.

  read this the day you feel

  your teeth

  being pulled from your gums

  because that's what it will feel like

  when you lose the people

  you thought you needed.

  don't read this now.

  it won't make much sense

  because you're too trusting

  and you're going to be devastated

  when you find out

  that these people

  really want nothing

  but to see your downfall

  and they will

  at any costs

  but you'll get up anyway

  and when you do

  i hope you realize

  that sometimes

  it's better to just

  bite your tongue.

  and i hope you don't read this now

  because i want you to learn it on your own.

  11/01/2012

  when you say you feel anxious

 

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