sleepless night

i wanna be stable but i do cave

all the pretty girls in the foreground of my mind i thought i'd done enough but they keep moving the line i thought i found the antidote this time i thought i found the antidote this time and all the nights i spent fighting bad thoughts in my room feeling so alone might as well be on the moon i thought i found the antidote with you i thought i found the antidote with you but my head is full of poison and my heart is full of doubt i got toxins in my bloodstream you tried hard to suck 'em out and it feels like medication and it's good for me i'm sure but it don't matter how your love feels anymore it'll never be the cure

someone told me "there's no such thing as bad thoughts only your actions talk"

and part of me wants to walk away 'til you really listen i hate to look at your face and know that we're feeling different cause part of me wants you back , but i know it won't work like that , huh? why won't you try moving on for once? that might make it easy i know we cut all the ties but you're never really leaving and part of me wants you back , but i know it won't work like that , huh?

تجيك التهايم وانت نايم

the art of pretending it doesn't hurt

أَتُقالُ فِيكِ قَصيدَةٌ مَرْمُوقَةٌ أنتِ القَصائِدُ ، مَطْلَعًا ، وَخِتامَا .

industry disruptors and soul deconstructors and smooth-talking hucksters out glad-handing each other and the voices that implore "you should be doing more" to you , i can admit that i'm just too soft for all of it , ooh

cause they said the end is coming everyone's up to something i find myself running home to your sweet nothings outside they're push and shoving you're in the kitchen humming all that you ever wanted from me was nothing

i wish my eyes could take photos

“Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving,” - Sonnets

أَلَمَّ طَيفٌ فَهاجَ لي طَرَبي لَيلَةَ بِتنا بِجانِبِ الكُثُبِ أَلَمَّ بي وَالرِكابُ ساكِنَةٌ لَيلاً وَهَمّي بِذِكرَتي وَصَبي فَبِتُّ أَرعى النُجومَ مُرتَفِقاً مِن حُبِّها وَالمُحِبُّ في تَعَبِ