Every beauty mark, a country to roam. Every stretch mark, a river to cross.
HINNAH MIANEvery beauty mark, a country to roam. Every stretch mark, a river to cross.
HINNAH MIANI pocket grief and it beckons me like a lover.
HINNAH MIANI want to separate writing from heartbreak but I don’t know how.
HINNAH MIANAllow me to introduce myself, A warning and a welcoming all at once.
HINNAH MIANAnd what am I but the smallest of footnotes in the universe’s everlasting memoir?
HINNAH MIANI turn moments into poetry.
HINNAH MIANWhen I look in the mirror, I don’t see a poem.
HINNAH MIANHow do you mourn the loss of someone who was never yours to begin with?
HINNAH MIANI loved each and every one of your faces.
HINNAH MIANHope lingers like a moon.
HINNAH MIANI loved you in quiet because to hide is to pretend that it is okay.
HINNAH MIANI like to trace the ghosts of your fingers on the back of my hand. They read- I don’t know how to hold without you.
HINNAH MIANI am unbearably human.
HINNAH MIANDepression is the way my eyes have learnt how to close more than open.
HINNAH MIANHe reminds me of the shadow between silences.
HINNAH MIANI don’t know how to let you out without destroying us both.
HINNAH MIAN