Euphoria

by F.S. Yousaf

Fresh cut flowers are pleasant, but the happiness That comes from maintaining and cherishing An item with vulnerability Seems to last longer.

I am always heard, Even through silence. As I write on paper Or think to myself. I am alone But never forgotten.

Soon We will take over our own little world. Filled with laughter, Excitement, Happiness, Never any sorrow, And everything we ever wished for.

The act of an apology Does not hold the power to instantly heal, But it gives enough momentum To start moving forward. The art of forgiveness

There is nothing more delightful Than you, my love. Even though you do not think so, I hold you closer Than anything else That has entered my life.

I stare at my reflection to see Who I have become. I am a sloppy mold Of past memories, Present struggles, And future worries.

How much of a fool I was To have loved wholeheartedly Without fearing the outcome Of no reciprocation.

Time will leave Faster than Anyone ever could, And there is no chance For it to come back.

The spontaneous nature Or unknown aftermath of death Does not scare me. The uncomfortable emotion That crawls up my spine Is of leaving words unspoken, And pain in those who adore me.

But God does not take for no reason. And that was one of the hardest truths I had to come to terms with.

I am thankful for the ones that have seen the most of me, and stayed. I am thankful for the ones Who left Before knowing all of me.

I will care for you In every possible way I can, But when your negativity Starts to seep into my well being That is when I have to Let go.

I do not desire a life Where I am constructed by normality. I crave a different life, Something unlike others.

You have to promise me That this is something We will work on. We will argue, we will fight, But we must make sure That it won’t be the end of us.

Do you not believe That we have endured enough Hatred in history, Just to bring it back once more And stir up Everything we thought was not possible?

The pain will deepen, But the memories won't fade. You are gone from this world, But I know You will be covered In everlasting shade.

Ponder, my love. Think about the trees, The air, The sky, And its breeze. Tell me this existence is not a theory, But a miracle.

Of course I love you too. I loved you so much that I'm not quite sure how possible it is to love someone that much.

My motivation Is created To strive for The woman Who has given me life, A house, And a place to rest my head. She was single handed, Yet could achieve everything A man could.

The way you have seen me Is rarely witnessed by others. I am bare-bodied, My thoughts, aspirations, and love Lay on the floor before you.

One of the only thoughts that can get me through a day Is that whatever happens is meant to happen, And for everything that leaves, There is always something better on the way.

To feel lost is natural, In time You will find yourself Where you need to be, And be more settled Within your surroundings.

there was always some good within me.

Hatred will not Consume me, For the good memories Are still thriving within,

I had fallen for you, But never realized that I had done so. Everything about you was mesmerizing, Like a summer’s sunset, Or a full moon on a clear night.

I am overwhelmed by how much My thoughts toy with me. Surrounded by love and support, Yet believing That I am utterly alone.

Breathable moments Are only remembered When anxiety has struck, And has taken the privilege of air. I am alone, grasping at my ribs, Pleading myself to breathe, As my mind has made me believe That I am being suffocated By the walls around me.

Dreams of grandeur do not seduce me any longer. Simplicity has become more attractive, As I only desire a small area of peace and happiness.

I am sad, and it isn't the type of sadness to go away when Things get better. This sadness strikes at any moment, at any given time. When I am riding high with family and friends,

I win when I do not fall victim to myself. When I hold out till dawn, And all the demons slip away into shadows. This battle is constant,

And I fear one day I may lose, but that day is not today.

The mind is such an awfully dangerous place, And I have to admit That there are times Where mine gets filled up with smoke That I cannot seem to exhale. You though, You give me sense and clarity.

You make me feel All the love That I have lost in my lifetime.

Prayers Sometimes all we have left are prayers to God. Situations escape from our grasps, And we are left physically hopeless. The hope lies within our words, Which are carried by the wind to the unknown. Maybe they enter someone else’s mind, Or land in a pile of prayers, That mercilessly stack in front of God. They sit, waiting to be answered right away, In time, or never. The pleasure is not ours to know. I have nothing left besides these words I speak to you, And I hope you get them in due time.

My heart swells Under the pressure Of not being enough. But she reminds me Time and time again That no one else Could complete her Like I do.

I was carefully crafted From both of your structures. All the flaws and pieces of good Built within me.

I must constantly remind myself That no one is guaranteed tomorrow.

Clean Slate The past behind us A fresh start A familiar face Positive thoughts And nothing holding us back.

The world rarely falls apart. Everything feels sturdy and in place For the first time in a long time. So long that I have forgotten The feeling of being content. Things are finally looking up, Things may finally change.

I wish you peace Despite all of our differences.

I have to constantly reinforce That I will be okay, No matter what happens in life Or what terrible thoughts cross my mind. I am exhausted, Repeatedly repelling The madness every day.

He does not take away And leave your hands empty. In times of struggle and loss, We tend to believe That we must fend for ourselves. But He is watching And giving us more Than we could ever ask for. We tend to forget that we are not alone

The sun will rise through the ashes Of the night, And it will bring a new feeling for us. We will know that all the struggles Only made us stronger.

Somehow the moonlight Seemed brighter The night we forgave one another And left all of our fate To the most high. Trusting God’s plan