we wrote that

  I like everything about you Your gaze, Even you say that you are insecure about it. Your smile, Even you say that you have a façade. Your voice, The way you smirked, Your music taste.   I miss everything about you No, I miss you. I miss the way I felt, I miss the butterflies you gave me,   Who can fathom anyway? The two strangers who never cared for one another, Can like and miss each other, Eyes full of stars And heart full of galaxies.   With these feelings, I mustn’t end this with a period, But a semicolon instead, In hopes that one day, One day we reunite And our adventures together, Can start again ; #brokenjames By: Zaim Luqman    

What would a blockbuster be without a villain, what would it be without obstacles for the hero? You are an addict to pain, you live for the thrill. But only when it saves Graham City, only when it flaunts Pamela Reif's new workout clothes or when it's delivered in TedTalks with lots of applause. What would my life be without you, what would it be without knowing you exist? I am an addict to your soul, I live for the hope. But only when you appear somewhere, only when you show up wearing those smiles and dreamy eyes or when you appear in my wildest dream. What would your life be without me, what would it be to not know me? You are never an addict to my shadow, you live for the others. Still, when I am somewhere near you, I bet you feel nothing at all, or perhaps you do, only in the name of a friend. Am I the one who would be slapped by this reality?  To never gain love like those romantic blockbusters? And what if I swapped my exterior with the ghost lines warm people write abou

I thought I’m happier, Mom I lied. When you ask me  if I’m okay or not, I give a nod, but I lied. When you ask me if I love this place, I give u a gaze, Flashes a happy face but I lied. When you ask me, If I feel at peace, I try to live, Home, trying not to miss, but I lied.  I assure you, I’m not put together at all, Nor am I broken, But I can’t find my rhyme and rhythm, I’m not recovering, Mom I’m losing, I’m aching, I won’t lie this time, I’m hurting. #brokenjames By: Zaim Luqman