XOXO, Z A I N 🩵

She/Her…Hopelessly romantic, poetically rejected, ADHD infested 💘 (You should go follow: Mialoo, Hollow Oaks, M., Your Local Crayon 🖍️ & MusefulHeart🫀) Y’all, I’m depressing and go on “posting streaks” and at the same time not post for weeks… 💀

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XOXO, Z A I N 🩵

https://werdsmith.com/xoxozain

228

Writings

156

Followers

202

Following

The Writer

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2 min read

Pens and markers scattered,

Post-It notes on the pale walls,

that one, blue stubborn painting

that won’t stay, that only falls,

the writer sitting sleepily,

hair in a bun, hands holding

a phone lighting up the room.

She imagines a scene of

a woman driving at high,

high speeds, going vroom-vroom.

But in reality, she

only stares, scrolls forever.

Letting her peers go beyond,

watching them be her bet...

Poetry

Drama

Her

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1 min read

I once had a friend.

She loved giving people

little, paper boats.

At least they weren’t cars,

because those were her end.

At least she didn’t drown,

she knew how to float.

But saying, “At least”

won’t bring her back.

Won’t bring back the smell

of lemon and cheesy snacks.

Won’t bring back

Phineas & Ferb binge-watching,

Won’t bring back

long texts of just talking.

We were never best friends,

but sh...

Poetry

“I’m Okay.”

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1 min read

You know the

“I’m okay.”

As you’re dressed

in black, mascara

smudged and running.

“I’m okay.”

As you place the

flowers on the grave.

“I’m okay.”

As your hands shake.

“I’m okay.”

As your body deteriorates.

“I’m okay.”

You continue to say,

even as you’re crying,

eyes blurring and burning.

“I’m okay.”

Would you admit it,

though, if you weren’t?

Would you even know?

“I’m okay, I promise.”

Don’t do tha...

Poetry

Drama

Mr. Donald W

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1 min read

Mr. Donald W

walks into a flower shop.

He glances at all the flora,

before settling on his pick.

Always the same one,

always the hydrangeas,

“For my little Mia,”

he murmurs quietly.

The co-workers smile,

some genuine, others not.

But Mr. Donald W

makes sure his little girl’s

flowers never rot.

Every day, the same lot,

the same color,

the same flower.

Mr. Donald grows older,

grey hair fans his face...

Poetry

didn’t grow up like that

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2 min read

I didn’t grow up on a farm,

I wasn’t overly polite or rude.

I didn’t ride horses or drive tractors,

I wasn’t a gal nor a dude.

They’ve called me a woman

since makeup colored my face,

but I’m not a city or country girl.

I didn’t grow up in mansions,

I wasn’t so used to noise and smog.

I didn’t use taxis and buses,

I wasn’t elegant nor a hog.

They’ve called me a woman

since I learned to pick out ...

Poetry

Drama

The Impossible Waltz

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1 min read

She ran from peril,

she did not want to suffer.

He ran for his life,

he did not want to die.

She liked the color of the sky,

he liked the clouds that covered it.

Neither is wrong, but neither is right,

one liked pitch black, the other liked light.

She sang to be heard,

she did not want to be silent.

He sang to hear a melody,

he did not want to lose the music.

She listened to country, him to class...

Poetry

Romance

Anything.

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1 min read

I met him on a Tuesday.

God- I should have known that meeting him would lead to this. It always freaking would-

I’d write you a love song,

if that were my thing.

If I could, for you,

I would even sing

only for you to hear,

the words written for your ears.

I’d write you a romance,

with characters, based on us.

Baby, the Sun and moon

weren’t made beautiful by luck,

they made each other’s trai...

Poetry

Romance

Call Me What You Want

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1 min read

You called me selfish.

It wasn’t just a comment,

a joke or a question.

It doesn’t take a genius

to know that you meant it.

I called you sweet.

It wasn’t a compliment,

a rebuttal or a burn.

It doesn’t take an Einstein

to see it was only me who hurt.

You called me an idiot.

It wasn’t a passing quip,

a mistake that you said.

It doesn’t take a B. Franklin,

to feel the spark that kills me dead.

I ca...

Poetry

Is Better Worth It?

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2 min read

**TW: reflection on a friend’s successful ****_attempt_**__

_“Death is just finally resting_.”

It’s a little ironic, that _you_ told me that.

Seeing as days ago,

that bridge was your last location.

Your momma called me,

she knew I was your last chance.

Dang, I never knew how mad

a momma could get,

I’m hurting enough,

why don’t you just put your hands up?

That’ll hurt less.

Oh my god, m...

Poetry

Last Time She Texted

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1 min read

I expected her to text,

as she always does.

She sent me a message,

I’m afraid to say I didn’t reply,

I was busy reading,

with my trained little eyes.

I was reading a novel

about someone who’s time

was slowly coming to an end.

And, wow, here’s the part

where I wrecked my best friend…

When I didn’t reply,

I was reading a stupid book,

because I was a teenager

I expected her to complain

about a boy or...

Poetry