Every time someone breaks your heart it’s a sign that you need to love yourself again. A sign that you have given too much of yourself. And oh God, how jealous is the heart! Usually in this kind of time I love to stay naked all the day. I stay in bed all day, but not under the sheets, because I want the sun to shine on my belly. I make a cup of green tea, and I either take a good book about love or I write about love. That’s how I work best, naked.
Lately, I’ve been obsessing over nudity, but not the one Hollywood makes it to seem artistic in the magazines because none of us own that kind of wicked skill. I am talking about the one that you can see the flaws on your body, the stretch marks because your heart has been so wild it needed to scratch your skin. The scars no matter how you got them, it’s a sign that inside of you it’s a burning star and from time to time it explodes and it leaves you with scars and you if you were to peel them off you will find star dust. Oh, Goodness, if you have birthmarks, you are the lucky one because I have this theory that birthmarks are the fingertips of angels while you were in your mother’s tummy. It’s a mystery yet I believe your birthmark tells a story. And I don’t know how you sometimes get those blue bruises on your knees or your thighs but I think they are lovely. It’s like the blood is a rebel teenager and now it gets punished and turns its color to blue.
I love being naked but only for myself. Always for myself. Don’t strip your clothes off because not everybody understands the story written on your body. Not everybody has learnt how to read the sentences on your body. Not everybody understand the metaphors your body has to offer. You don’t even understand them yourself sometimes, how do you expect others to understand? It may sound weird but this is my advice to the world: When your heart is in pain, get naked. And read your skin.
— Get Naked by Royla Asghar
Anonymous asked: What I really love about your poems is that they are very personal but at the same time, as a reader, I can still relate to them and feel the emotions you put into them. You are an amazing writer and I like your way of seeing life.
I am so happy to hear that, you can relate to them! And thank you so so very much! You are lovely.
"1. Oh God damn it, I cried. My tears tasted like cheap vodka. They tasted so bitter, and even though they were tears, swallowing them felt like fire down my throat.
2. I swear I couldn’t look anybody in the eyes, so I began to wear sunglasses. Looking in other people eyes would hurt mine too much. I remember looking into yours, big and brown, full of vulnerability but not enough to tell me the truth.
3. I slept in my best friend’s sweater for some reason I felt safe in it. She gave it to me to cover my broken bones. I did not say thank you. I love her too much to say thank you.
4. And I slept for hours and hours until my mind was convinced that somehow my soul flied away but I could feel it coming back to me… It sneak out of me like a teenager in the middle of the night. I know who it was haunting.
5. My mother asked me if I am okay but I lied and kiss her on the forehead. I am not old enough to have heartbreaks over a boy. Sometimes I wish I could talk to her about it.
6. I kept writing words, sentences, metaphors, poetry in my little black book but they never came I out the way I wanted to. I guess when you have a bad taste in your mouth the words are drunk.
7. I tried to be angry about this like my friends, but I guess I haven’t been such a good friend to myself lately. The bad thoughts are coming back. I’ve actually missed them but they more badly than ever.
8. It was a time where I wanted to be soft. But I was never born with angel wings and heaven dust in my eyes. But I am too rough and you get bruised easily.
9. I’ve tried to unwrap the knot I feel in my stomach only to find the dead butterflies waiting for me to pick them up and bury them. You are not invited to the funeral.
10. I took some pills so I could stop my brain from cursing you. But it began to curse me."
— 10 Things I Did When I Found Out You Did Not Love Me by Royla Asghar
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