My heart stopped a little when I saw him last night ,
but I think with the right mix of water, ice and Black Label
you can get things going again.
I turned on my heel fifteen times, thinking I should say hello
but the sixteenth time
I decided to refill my drink.
I cried in the lounge, overwhelmed
while the qawwal crooned on about lost love
and found god.
When my friends decided to leave
and enough men had hit on me
I made my way to roll a joint.
Hello! I like your tattoo!
a boring loser guy said,
and told me he had one
of his favorite football team all over his back.
He showed me a picture on his phone
and I grimaced and tried to scare him away
because he wasn’t the one.
none of them really are.
When he found me on social media and left me a message
I was too sad to say hello.
People say goodbyes are difficult
but I guess they’ve never been to a wedding
Artwork By: Sarah Mumtaz