It’s Only Rare Until It’s You

By Zaina Starr

With the help of a butterfly, what I did not know was if it was really you or just my imagination. I became the chosen one, someone who saw the light and did not lie. I became evolved with hope and peace for my poetry. My poetry made me feel again. I became a poet to share what I had breathed.

It was around three months that I stopped sharing my poetry, but I did not stop writing because poetry keeps my dream alive. A poet is one who has learned to walk alone in this cruel world. I do not trust anyone. I am suspicious of everyone and that's why they hate me. They have become jealous of me because they can't reach me.

I wanted to write my best poem for my other half, but I'm only half without you. You're not God to judge me and I'm not in the mood for anything.

I am depressed and I've lost my mind again from all of the ones for bullying me. I never forgave humans for sleeping too much. I have cursed myself for 3 years. People have become jealous in this cruel world. Now I'm left mentally tortured, with bullying. People have always wanted to hurt me.

Even God sent me a sign and I love you for your mind. I love you for your heart. I love you for your soul. You are the best thing. You made me love you. You know that I love you, Suzanne.