A Weeknd Explored in Doha
Short poems inspired by music from The Weeknd
In the night, I’m often left starring at your light. It’s beauty is linding, filling me with a deep seeded fright that keeps me up till the Sun does rise. I’m continuously questioning the path I’ve carved. Is it worthy of your love? Should I hide from your gaze? I’d rather die than leave you lost in space, chasing the uncertain trail left in my wake. All structures crumble in this worldly hurricane.
Inspired by Die For You by The Weeknd
I feel it beating, pulse increasing in the heat. It’s all the same. The pressures of this game have me feeling insane, like I’ve lost the plot through a need for you to validate. Sensational expectations of the night we held together; in our palms, sweaty and cold, untold horrors of a future we’re to behold. Who’ll twist the dagger first, draining the blood of a lustful friend, left standing above the mountain labeled pain and sorrow.
Inspired by Wicked Games by The Weeknd
I spent every day waiting in the lot, your anxiety keeping us in the same spot. Trying to show compassion but I couldn’t stop my eyes from rolling. As you hold me tight, wondering when I’ll be home tonight, I’m scoffing out the wishes that I wont come home for another year. The love is present and clear, but an annoyance has drawn so near and I no longer care. It’ll never be enough and I’ve finally had enough.
Inspired Heartless by The Weeknd
The light of the fridge, freezing the eyes, making my ears leak. The thought races out of the pit of my stomach, forcing its way out like a purging vomit. I try to force it back down, another round and a gallon gone. But I see your loving eyes and I must set them free. I see it plainly; I see it completely; I no longer love you like you love me; I’ve become empty.
Inspired by Dark Times By the Weeknd
It’s you or it’s me, even in the mirror I can see it clearly. The loving, suffocating, grip in your heart is taking all I have left. I can’t even start to explain it to you. It’s like a bird, high up in the sky, you’ve mistaken for a cloud until the moment your eye’s been plucked out and spit onto the ground. No matter how hard you try, they eye gets dryer as the grandfather ticks onward.
Inspired by Sacrifice by The Weeknd
There are countless moments I wish I could change, things I’ve said that I wish never came. Leaving wounds upon your love that uplifted me. As I step around the pools of life you bled, I wish it to be clear that I always did care. It’s just a problem of mine, when all I can do is whine and withhold my shine. It’s easier to hide from the light than to lose another love that’s mine.
Inspired by Scared to Live by The Weeknd
I feel as though the pain of love, the failure to love, and the presence of loss has been dramatically present in all my writing. Life imitating art, as if I needed some sort of connection to the pieces I held within my heart. From the rom com to the broken heart dram. I can’t help but wish it were me in the shoes of the fading few, wishing to be completed by a love they hold so dear. Yet, I’ve never felt the dear, I’ve never held the heart so near. I’ve attempted it, painfully so, but failure has been all I know.
Maybe by choice, throwing my head in too far forward when I wasn’t in the right place. Choosing a red flag for how readily available it is, choosing to hide mine in the process. We wave them at each other with no hesitation, as if in a competition for who’s muddied the colors best. Wishing that we could step a top the other in a pursuit for something much greener.
It’s not like we didn’t try; it’s not like we didn’t work on our problems. But the competition stayed too deeply engrained in our psyche. To be better than thee, to be the best of we, to find something to push the other into a frenzy. Jealousy, pleasantries, whatever it takes to get rid of me. Whether you meant to or not, it worked swimmingly. I’m off into the deep, with goggles on my eyes bracing for the impact of life’s waves. Unattached to the boards that held me under like a surfer being thrown asunder to his oceanic grave.
It’s not a love; it’s an ocean of darkness.
