Forget Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

Dear God, why him? why is he so attached to a part of me that feels so foreign? He's not the prettiest, but in my eyes, yes he is. He's not the kindest but to my heart, at least he's trying. He's bare minimum compared to what kind of men I want but even bare minimum feels rare...

Oh god, I beg you! To free me from his thoughts, his eyes, his hands, his figure, his lips, his hairs and his fucking beautiful presence. Let him be my moon. Pretty but far & not mine to keep. This is a humble, cared request, my lord let me forget