Noor Shirazie Quotes

I do not know how to forget you.
It cannot be learned, nor willed.
You are with me, for better or worse.

men judge us
by our broad hips
and forget
their birthplace.

Tormented by remembering, tortured by forgetting - she is the master of reincarnation, dying each time her thoughts dwell upon him.

If flowers can teach themselves how to bloom after winter passes, so can you.

He damaged her wings and demanded her to fly.

you have a bad habit of falling at the feet of those who kick you straight to the curb.

I sense him in the lost crevices of my heart, abandoned alleyways which have not known the rhythm of footsteps in centuries. I see him too clearly to ever let him become a distant memory. I feel him too vividly to ever let my hand brush the hand of another.

I shudder to speak of you,
but sadly, that does not mean
I dream of you any less.

i refuse to go quietly.

if we are to end this,
you will allow me to mourn from the rooftop,
crumble with enough fury to shake the earth,
and compose myself with enough dignity
to impress us both.

we shall move on,
but not before i respect us enough
to give this the farewell it deserves.

My playlists are cluttered
with sad songs and fractured memories,
yet I unconvincingly claim I am trying to
move on.

And there will be someone that comes along one day and offers you an entire galaxy when you only expected a single planet

Some seek
solace in
whiskey,

I drown my
sorrows
in ink.

I was nothing but a nomad to you.
Destined to leave,
inclined to stay.
I would have gladly rewritten
my entire journey for you,
but you already viewed me as a traveler.
"Wait for me," you murmured,
with no intention of ever returning.
I was your right now
after you became my infinity.

You are made
out of comets
and stars.

Do not surround
yourself with those
that treat you like
dirt and dust.

It is incredible how the mouth that whispers, "I can't live without you" between bedsheets,
is the same mouth to end it all, telling her she was never enough.

If only I had known how quickly the days would elapse, how small the window of time would be in which I could have told you how much you truly mean to me.
Know it now -
I love you, I love you, I love you.

Tell me we were more
than words on a page.
Remind me that we were as sweet
as the taste of each poem on my tongue.

i wanted you to love me so badly, so deeply, that i lost sight of anything else capable of receiving such devotion.