Sheikh Hamdan Poems

Fazza grits his teeth, his voice low, edged with something dark and furious. "You think you can just walk away from me? You think I’d let you? After everything, after all I’ve done for you?" I’m shaking. My pulse pounds in my ears, my breath coming too fast. "This isn’t love… this is control." My voice trembles. "Let me go!" His fist slams against the table, the sharp sound making me flinch. "Let you go?!" His eyes blaze as they lock onto mine. "Over my dead body. You belong to me. No one takes what’s mine." Tears burn at the edges of my vision, but I refuse to let them fall. "I was never yours to own!" My voice breaks as I try to push back, try to stand my ground. But he moves too fast. His fingers grip my chin, tilting my face up, forcing me to meet his eyes—eyes filled with something so intense, so consuming, it steals the breath from my lungs. "Then why did you smile at me?" His voice is quieter now, but no less ...

" So stop pretending. Stop struggling. Stop lying to yourself that this is something you can escape. Because I will never release you. Not now. Not ever. You are my fixation, my dependency, my *forever*. And I will devote every second to showing you that there is no life, no future, no world—where we are not *together*." *"You don't get it, do you? You don't know how deep this runs, how far I would go for you. I don't just want you—I *need* you. You are the air I breathe, the fire that burns within me, the one thing in this world I will never, *ever* let go of. There is no me without you. And I will see to it that you never spend another second questioning that."* *"You can struggle against me, resist me, try to flee from all of this as much as you want—but it won't matter. Because in the end, you *always* return to me. Just as I always locate you. You were created for me, destined to be in my arms, at my command, suffocating in the love that o...

So no, you don't get to question me. You don't get to question what you mean to me. You are my heart, my soul, my salvation. And I will spend every moment of my life showing you that. Loving you with a flame that never will extinguish, holding you in a way that leaves no question—because you, my love, are the only thing I've ever ever *belonged* to. *You don't understand, do you? You have no idea what you've done to me. I don't love you—I *need* you. You're in my blood, my air, in every thought that passes through my mind from the moment I wake up until I fall asleep at night. And even in my dreams, you are there, tormenting me, claiming me, *devouring* me. There's no escaping you, no way to be separated. You are a part of me now, whether you like it or not.*"* *"Do you think I'd ever release you? That I'd ever stand by and let you walk away from me? No. Never. The world could burn and the sky come crashing down and I'd be standing ...