2 AM

My phone clutched in my hand

Desperate whispers

Prisoned tears

Rise and fall of breaths

Trapped inside my chest

 

There’s only silence on the other end

And my reflection in the mirror

I feel more beautiful than ever

 

There’s silence on the other end

Phone unplugged

The only whispers I hear are mine

 

The clouds weeping

Thunder screaming

Pressure on my forehead

against the cold window

And it is stained

By my heavy, thick whispers

 

I wanted you to know

It was not you that i wanted

My words to awaken

But myself

And I know that my words

Would shake the ground beneath you

And I’m sorry

 

I’m sorry

I ever cried for you

I don’t love you …

 

© 2014 ALIA SULTAN

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