Yamam Nabeel

You painted a lie from a thousand broken promises. You gave it to me and asked me to keep it close to my soul. You walked away to paint more lies and give them away, as if the souls of people like me are meant to be broken by your sweet deceits.

And I sit here, looking at the emptiness, imagining a happier picture, trying to place myself in this hope of happiness, but I’m devoid of hope itself.

This is the place you had left me in, dark and cold, and eerily quiet; but this is my own world, closed to your lies, closed to your delusions. This is my world and slowly, with each day I will let the light in and fill it with my last song of hope; my last dream of love - so one day, maybe soon, I can open the door again and find the one who had been looking for me to rescue.

• A London Minute (30/Jan/2020)

They wrote our story, but we never got to read it; we barely got to live it and now the story is over. 

I’m not one to cry over sad endings, I’m not one to dwell on regrets but this pain I’m feeling now is testing my resolve. 

Just a slight sigh before I let go of all I had been holding in. Just a small tear that dries halfway down my face before I conclude my story to be done.

But wait - my dreams still linger, and the memories have never abandoned me; so let me find another ending for the love story of our lives; the story that will never end if your lips touch mine just one more time. 

• A London minute (26/Jan 2020)

We found love, but we weren’t looking l for it. We used love, and may have even abused love, but we never intended to. We lost love and we found all that we had been missing. 

It was a film playing on a perpetual loop and we had to watch every scene, as we counted our regrets.

We were never lovers, just people who had found love in a quiet road no one wanted to walk through. 

We are no longer the strangers we once were, we are no longer the careless lovers we used to be, we are barely visible and hardly audible. Even our reflections are fading until one day we wake up from this sombre dream with a kiss reserved only for each other.

• A London Minute (22/01/2020)

I waited in the dark, surrounded by memories of a happier life. 

I watched a past I wanted to go back to so badly. I picked a memory and held it close; I could still hear your sweet laughter. 

But this is the darkness, devoid of dreams; dreams that might take me back to you. 

I sit here, watching, like an illusion, the beauty of a love we have once possessed. I sit here watching a memory; a memory that might save me and bring me back to you.

• A London Minute (13/01/2020)

I didn’t admit my fears. I hid them behind a wall that I painted flowers on. 

I didn’t cry tears, I smiled through the pain. 

But you held my hand in the dark water, you held my soul when I was terrified of the pain. 

And now we are here; only a faint reflection of the last memory we desperately tried to hold onto.

Only a a few words left to sing in the darkness to ease the fears I never got to show you. 

• A London minute (12/01/2019)