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The Brightest In a Starry Night

By Abdul Kareem


with a random text, it all began 

asked your encounters, was excited

and the odd experiences never told

didn't care enough as you were frightened


the unknown infidelity trauma 

you dumped that mid january

bonded over our past tragic events 

but was it the same on the contrary? 


my insecurities didn't take long to hit in

guess attachment is obsession misspelt 

and tried as hard as i could to fit in 

but your indifference left a heavy welt 


well maybe it was your usual behaviour

to me it was the same hurtful way

and i would often stay up thinking if you are 

like them guys who once cared, then got away


and maybe in a parallel world

where mind of me has evolved enough 

where insecurities wouldn't whirl 

where I'd smile, no matter how rough 


where the smallest details won't hurt 

where the heart won't cry over petty affairs

where it won't affect, even the deepest cut

where I'd be okay with even a little love


Under the layers of guilt i lie low 

Jealous of the crowd who daily sees you 

Just because we can't go back to fix so 

We accept 'twas my fault, but yours too

And we small talk, got over the blame game

Look how this stanza spells out your name


praying and hopin', friends or whatever 

should be until the twelfth of never

every night under the starry sky

countless stars i see shining bright 


but only one leaves me enchanted, why 

'cause that's the one with dazzling light

and i whisper, wish i had loved you right

when you loved me too, that winter night.


By Abdul Kareem


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