They all claim that I will waste my life after marrying you. But my heart will always smile knowing that I did, what it craved so bad when it had the world.
– Rimsha Qazi
They all claim that I will waste my life after marrying you. But my heart will always smile knowing that I did, what it craved so bad when it had the world.
– Rimsha Qazi
I don’t want to sink in paradise again.
I don’t want to be wrapped up with love on a Tuesday morning, nor do I want to blush over a Saturday night.
Where will I settle when you finally let me go?
I am a liar, a dirty cheater, and my mother agrees while she weeps at the shelter.
You bow down when my lips tell you to and sacrifice for me when my eyes command you, but never believe me when I warn you.
You dress me in velvet and take me for long drives, talking about the greenery of your country, your eyes filled with shine. You introduce me as your throne, your pride, followed by an 80’s lady in the morning and a slut at night.
The sun is on my left, hell on my right.
I am trying not to love you anymore, and it’s getting all right.
My Accounting classes were spent writing down for you my loving thoughts,
But all of our supposedly romantic dates were when you fought.
I have finally given up on adorning myself for you and styling my long brown hair
After all, you’ll walk past by without any care.
You were my Facebook timeline, and the giggles my driver disliked when he drove me to school. You were the reason behind my fail attempt at making tea, and behind my terrible fall on the stairs. You were the reason my parents scolded me at 7 pm on a Tuesday night, I was the reason yours did, we were each other’s reason for laughing together the very next afternoon in your car, drinking beverages from McDonald’s because we couldn’t afford Starbucks anymore.