I think of you, I think of her. Will you leave in November? I think I miss you now more than ever. I see visions of you in your hospital gown, we’re getting closer by the minute now. Summer is ending, and come winter, you’ll be gone. I’m not strong enough to lose you, are…
Author: iman@imanthemagnificent
Days of the Week
I’m writing you a letter,like I always do,when you fall apart on Sunday afternoons. Monday night,it was raining when I texted you.I couldn’t quite understand how my body was here,but my soul was with you.Little things are like glue,always keeping us together.And no one really knows me better than you do. Tuesday morning came around,left…
A Letter to You
For all the hours that I spent tracing the softness of your skin, for all of the nights that we were together, I am writing you this letter, my love. I know that you will never see this, because I’ll hide it within the confines of my chest, locked away like the most precious treasure…
Reborn
When I close my eyes I’m with you, when I open my eyes I miss you. The feel of your fingers, still linger on my skin. Blissful sin in every form, when you’re with me, I am reborn. Stoke the fire all night, when you’re with me, everything seems bright. Two bodies entwined- pure lust,…
The Tide of Grief
You said that I enjoyed being in pain, that maybe, nothing you did would make me happier than the shame of my long sleeves; scars buried underneath the soft fabric, lies to be revealed in due course. Of course, you forgot that you were my favorite form of suffering. We never fall for the ones…
Modern Leprosy
My modern leprosy is being alone, as layer after layer peels away leaving me exposed. My skin is gone, my flesh is gone, I’m down to my bones. The darkened skies hear my whispers, destruction is my home. The sounds echo through the distraught lands, as I surrender everything my hands hold. No one told…
My Beloved
Drown you in my sorrows, drool your name in my sleep. Breathe your scent in like dust, we’ll never keep this up. Watch my bones crumble, I’ll remain humble until my last breath. I give and keep giving, therefore, I have nothing left. This eternal screaming in my head is rendering my brain deaf. My…
The Art of Unlearning
Often times in life we find ourselves faced with situations we’d much rather not like to face. Maybe it’s the weight of reality crushing our bones, or maybe it’s the thought of all of the things we didn’t do that smothers us. Either way, we’re faced with anxiety. I have a theory, and I’m going…
Unravel!
Trace the city on the back of your hand, the sky, the land and the sand. Whisper your secrets to the wind, watch them travel through the skyline and disappear. We’ve been trying to find our way out of here. Leave your flesh bereft on the sidewalk. We’ve traveled the city in the dead of…
The Art Of Letting Go
“Let It Go”- the three words that have managed to become the slogan of my life. As irritating as it is, I can’t help but wonder what happens when we let go? We know what happens to material objects. You throw away your old pair of shoes and it’s gone. Someone else will probably find…