searching

zayd
zayd
Nov 3 · 1 min read

sometimes i wonder what

it feels like to look at a woman

and feel a sense of belonging.

to look at that woman with

her skin golden olive in the sunlight and

her hair dancing around daintily across

her bright and welcoming face like

the branches of orange trees in the

windy heat of a strange winter noon.


alas, she is exactly like the

windy heat of a strange winter noon.

a contradiction of everything true.

she then ceases to exist.

but maybe it is i who dies instead

and lives another life ingloriously in the

false premise of love with

another woman.


maybe i am cursed to

never truly feel the warmth of

an eternal embrace.


however,

im a maverick at love

and perhaps all my affairs and

flings and temporary solutions

to my desolation were just

a figment of what love ought to be?

ive never felt true love


even though there are people who care for me.

this void in my heart is wider than the universe

and nothing but my God can stitch it up.

His mercy supersedes everything.


truly this world is a wretched place

and maybe i am a wretched

person unfit for love.


till i drop dead,

ill be searching


till then my love

    zayd

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