I feel dead yet I feel alive
only by one thing in this world
that your love is real
that our love is real
ya Zainab
that I’ve never had been loved
the way you love
and my heart cries
my eyes are shedding tears
yet wasted as we are not
able to wipe each others tears
in trying to understand love
we are told to read books
listen to wise ones
experts and coaches
yet
lest we forget
our lessons through
the words tears
sighs and breath
of our heart’s beloved
are more than enough
the lesson is the beloved
why do you turn to
reels to tell you how to feel
do’s and don’ts of false ideals
love is not a one size fits all deal
burn all those lies
and listen see and be
with your most beloved
speak and cry
that is where all the
lessons lie
stop allowing
everyone but the beloved
tell you
how you are loved
how you should be loved
what is and isn’t love
what makes you beloved
just stop and surrender
to this love
as your beloved is helpless
trying to fit into molds
and versions that are not her
nor ever will be
will you receive her love
as she
all that she can give
or be
or expect those experts
to dictate
tell you how when and why
a heads up
she’ll lose
against the armies
of pros
who mean nothing
in comparison to
her love for you