XOXO, Z A I N 🩵

She/Her…Hopelessly romantic, poetically rejected, ADHD infested 💘 If you follow me, you should follow my peeps! (All my following/followers.) 🙂 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

232

Writings

158

Followers

207

Following

“A” vs “T”

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1 min read

T - “I guess what I’m saying is… you’re not helping me. You’re being useless, just standing there.”

A - “And… how do I change that when you won’t let me do anything?”

T - “Do _something_!”

A - “But _what_ do you expect me to do?”

T - “Anything! Because right now, I’m doing _everything_! **_EVERYTHING_** for this project. You’re doing **_NOTHING_**. Stop being worthless.”

A - “…okay, whatever ...

No Matter Not

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1 min read

No matter what I thought before,

not even once have you been nice.

No matter how you walked through the door,

not shouting her name, but mine,

No matter how you smiled like my best friend,

not like how you have been.

No matter how.

Not a time,

No matter how you were.

Not a time you chose me first....

Poetry

Cupid, Cupid

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1 min read

I think Cupid messed up.

He pulled an arrow,

shot it without thinking.

Now I’m outta luck.

Eyes that linger, snaking around,

hissing toxicity, for crying out loud-

Cupid, why did I have to be found?

Cupid, next time, hide me in the ground.

Poison leaks from their lips,

taunting me, with a monster’s kiss-

why on Earth, had it come to this?

Cupid, Cupid, if only you’d missed…

Struck by an arrow,...

Poetry

Drama

Something

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1 min read

What if I had something

to give my blood and sweat

and tears and life to?

What if I had something

I’d be willing to devote

more than just a thought to?

What if I had something

worth loving and hating,

worth crying out to?

But what if I didn’t?

What would I even do?

Maybe I’d sit there,

as I simply do.

Only there to judge you.

What if I had something?

Not “nothing” or “just anything.”

But _som...

Poetry

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