love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
This Poem is an Apology to Myself
I don’t know exactly when I stopped being kind to myself. Maybe it was the first time I looked in the mirror and believed someone else’s definition of beauty instead of my own. Or maybe it was the quiet moment I didn’t speak up in my defense—thinking silence was strength, or that pleasing others was more important than preserving myself.
By Jawad Khanabout a year ago in Poets
Why We Reread Old Messages When We’re Lonely
You know you shouldn’t. But it’s late, and your room is quiet. So you scroll. Not through Instagram. Not through news. But through old conversations—texts you haven’t looked at in months or maybe years. Threads with people who are gone, half-present, or completely silent now.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Poets
