When I look in the mirror, I don’t see a poem.
HINNAH MIANWhen I look in the mirror, I don’t see a poem.
HINNAH MIANFor once I want to be something that lasts.
HINNAH MIANThis foundation can only take the beating of one heart.
HINNAH MIANI remember when I was the only sin you liked to kiss.
HINNAH MIANShe has learned so much from dying only to be born again.
HINNAH MIANI turn moments into poetry.
HINNAH MIANI want to be something to pray for but I don’t know how to be.
HINNAH MIANHow do you mourn the loss of someone who was never yours to begin with?
HINNAH MIANRead the scars on my body like braille, for I no longer know how to tell a story that belongs deeply to me but is no longer mine.
HINNAH MIANI have lived too many lives to be only one thing, and instead of attempting to mesh them into a form of a human being, I have decided to love every jagged edge of mine.
HINNAH MIANEvery beauty mark, a country to roam. Every stretch mark, a river to cross.
HINNAH MIANMy silhouette is an ocean, your lips a sailor.
HINNAH MIANI am tired of living in a world, where I belong deeply, to anyone but myself.
HINNAH MIANSomewhere inside my throat lives your ache.
HINNAH MIANHere I am, a mosaic of becomings.
HINNAH MIANI don’t know how to let you out without destroying us both.
HINNAH MIAN