Feelings are a weapon.

Good news is, they don’t cut.

Bad news is that they’re blunt.

Your words don’t make me bleed.

They pierce my skin and crush my bones.

Resentment, anger, hatred.

These are the things my mind

wants me to feel.

But this thing in my chest won’t allow me to. 

You take me to the highest peak, 

and then throw me right off the cliff. 

But it’s the glimpses, the peeks.

It’s the side of you that I see.

And so, I cannot,

but love you.

And it makes me sick.

This was written by our contributing writer, Shams Seraj.