The Love I Choked On By Wania Sajjad A smile I thought was engraved on my face Craved by love, now buried beneath your absence. I want to write about love blooming from a simple hi I can’t — I cut my flesh to preserve our heartbeats, but you tore the stitches for new lips. You bruised my soul, Wounded the heart that once was yours. You swore we were more anchored than the Big Dipper So why'd you leave me rusted, For the girl who mocked my existence, Who crushed me, who bullied me. Now you parade her like a trophy. But still my thoughts echoed your name. Your voice—drugged in my veins. All