Forevermore by Nadiyah Hussain
Updated: Oct 21, 2021
The crescent moon coruscates in golden yellow
Like the eyes of the wounded wolf who wept
Darling, you were supposed to be my beginning
Not another tragic ending to an aged crooked tale
You scare the hell out of me but I still adore you
I know I shouldn’t have but I hung up on you
Couldn’t take all the lies, all the cries, all the pain
Once my favourite face is a face I now fear, a face I can’t face
Honey, I would have loved you forevermore
I dreamt of being your wife
Would have held your hand through any storm
Kissed your thirty-four scars
My hurt is not something for you to collect
Stop keeping score just keep me in your arms
Say you’re sorry, say it won’t happen again
The mystical moon glistens in tawny bronze
Like the eyes of the frightened fox who fled
Baby, you were supposed to be my everything
Not another name on my long list of abandonment
I hate the way you’re scared of me but I still adore you
Lost my mind when you hung up on me, I pictured the worst
Said you lied, collapsed and cried, struck myself with all this pain
I was once your favourite face so face me now don’t face away
Honey, I would have loved you forevermore
I dreamt of being your knight
Would have held you when you got scared
Kissed your twenty-five scars
Baby, I would never collect your hurt
I’m not keeping score just let me keep you in my arms
Let me say I’m sorry, say it won’t happen again
Oh darling, nothing’s right, deadly hours of fight and flight
Your raging words leak poison onto my buried burning bruise
Howls of tortured animosity swipe across my dripping cheeks
Trembling as you hover over me, tell me what will you do next?
Take me back to the summer when you were my buttoned-up babe
I was your lipstick femme, kissing hot fire in the backseat of your car
Crowned you leader of the heavenly haven I built to keep you warm
I replay this pretty reel of perfection whenever our story bleeds red
Honey, I would have loved you forevermore
I dreamt of being your wife
Would have held your hand through any storm
Kissed your thirty-four scars
My hurt is not something for you to collect
Stop keeping score just keep me in your arms
Say you’re sorry, say it won’t happen again
Honey, I would have loved you forevermore
I dreamt of being your knight
Would have held you when you got scared
Kissed your twenty-five scars
Baby, I would never collect your hurt
I’m not keeping score just let me keep you in my arms
Let me say I’m sorry, say it won’t happen again
Honey, I would have loved you forevermore [Honey, I would have loved you forevermore]
I dreamt of being your wife [I dreamt of being your knight]
Would have held your hand through any storm [Would have held you when you got scared]
Kissed your thirty-four scars [Kissed your twenty-five scars]
My hurt is not something for you to collect [Baby, I would never collect your hurt]
Stop keeping score just keep me in your arms [I’m not keeping score just let me keep you in my arms]
Say you’re sorry, say it won’t happen again [I’m sorry, it won’t happen again]
Honey, I will love myself forevermore
I dream of being happy
I will hold myself through any storm
Kiss my twenty-five scars
My hurt is not something to collect
No more keeping score, just keeping myself in my arms
I tell myself I’m sorry, say it won’t happen again

Nadiyah Hussain [she/her] is a proud queer woman of colour and a fierce intersectional feminist. She uses her passion for writing to weave stories and poems that are often personal and political.
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