Yours, Zain ❤️‍🩹

She/Her… (15) Poet. I’m growing, not perfect. I follow back! I am the definition of chaos, with my writings varying from “cinnamon/lemon” to anxiety to romance to the occasional mystery. Most of my writings are very emotional, so read with caution. ❤️‍🩹

Yours, Zain ❤️‍🩹

Jakobi & Kaie

Yours, Zain ❤️‍🩹

3 min read

[kind of like an outdoor ball sorta thing?]

“Prince Jakobi Verrahou, everybody!”

A young man steps out onto the balcony, impatiently waiting for the ceremony to be over. He runs a hand through his dark locks, practically begging for the attention of some young ladies.

The applause he receives only makes him hate the ceremony even more. Until he catches the eye of a quite peculiar young maiden.

...

Drama

Romance

Paxton & Harmony

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1 min read

I look over my shoulder at her.

“Why do you say that?” I ask, dropping my notebook and pencil to give her my full attention.

“All you’ve been doing is smiling and laughing! At least since I’ve known you,” Harmony explains, attempting to bury her smile in her own shoulder.

_Yeah, because I’ve known _you_. _I attempt to bite back, but the words don’t make it out alive.

“What’s up, Pax?” Harmony...

Drama

Romance

If You Were Chains

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1 min read

If you were chains,

I’d ask to be locked up.

My mouth would beg

for a jail follow-up.

If you were chains,

I would love to be weighed down.

Something comforting

about the tons of pounds.

I guess it’s a little weird?

If you were chains,

make me the ghost

of Jacob Marley.

Leave me chained to a post.

If you were chains,

I’ll sit alone in the castle,

make ‘em think I’m crazy,

make ‘em try to hassle...

Poetry

Drama

Chayse & Adair (2)

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2 min read

“Adair.”

My eyes search in the dark of the telephone booth for him. I can’t see him, but almost every part of us is touching.

_Is it hot in here, or is that just me?_

“Yea—Yeah, Chayse?”

_Did he just press closer to me?_

“How did we end up in here again?” Chayse asks, attempting to stretch in the confined space.

“Um…” I stutter, closing my eyes in an attempt to block him out completely. _T...

Drama

Romance

I Wish I Knew You

Yours, Zain ❤️‍🩹

1 min read

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

——————

I’m sure I could talk your ear off,

once you get to know me.

and I’m positive you’d return the favor,

we’d be great friends, maybe more?

crushes on people

you don’t talk to

could be result of

loneliness, low

self-esteem,

or you just

seem to show

up like someone

I used to know.

Of course I had to

look that up.

I’m worried that

this isn’t normal,

I’m falling for a guy

w...

Poetry

Drama

Lemon(2)

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1 min read

You’re my friend,

even if we barely speak.

We exchange looks,

that somehow make me weak.

Ever wonder why

I’m always so clumsy?

When next to you,

no one can remain grumpy.

but I have a reason to.

…right…?

I want to like you

just as a friend,

but you give me

that grin,

and my world

comes to an end.

I’m missing the

taste of cinnamon,

now replaced

by hints of lemon.

can’t tell if I lik...

Poetry

Drama

Lemon

Yours, Zain ❤️‍🩹

1 min read

Lemon.

A flavor I never thought

I would like as much as I do.

Starts off a bit sourly,

but the more you bite,

the better it gets.

At least in my opinion.

But lemon is not cinnamon.

Not the perfect choice,

but I guess,

lemon tastes good too.

I know this was weird and didn’t make sense, but I’m trying to figure something out with a romantic thing, I guess?...

Poetry

Drama

if i were a telephone booth

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1 min read

if i were a telephone booth,

i’d be quite okay with it.

new people everyday,

but not too much for me to break within.

if i were a telephone booth,

i could help people in times of need.

they would wander the streets,

in search of something guaranteed.

if i were a telephone booth,

life would be easy.

no talking necessary,

just chilling breezy!

if i were a telephone booth,

doctors could relax

caus...

Poetry

Drama

Better Than Me

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1 min read

“I’m worried he’s better than me.”

I hate how you think

you’re the toughest in the family.

Multiple days gone by,

and I’m not in calamity.

I have tons of hobbies,

and you pick on all of them.

Say I’m terrible at this,

and that. Why do you condemn

me?

Why?

You’re not better than me,

just because you’re stronger.

You’re not better than me,

and it’s not because I’ve lived longer.

The moment I br...

Poetry

Drama

Freedom

Yours, Zain ❤️‍🩹

1 min read

I can’t say goodbye.

But I know you guys like words,

such sweet naive birds.

I’ll throw a basket

in the air, let your wings fly,

just to get away

from

me.

Why do birds hate me?

What did I do wrong this time?

Why do they hate me?

Freedom bells ring softly

as the birds tweet a shallow

goodbye, the sound fake

and

...

Poetry

Drama