Nightheart

Wishes are for fairy tales,
Wishes are for dreams,
Wishes are for pretty things
In between what we think.
Wishes are for people in love
On sunless summer nights,
Wishes are for three-leafed clovers
And comets streaking high.

Home is a complicated word. 

Home has history,
home has time,
home has the entirety of a life, 
home is long 
and bittersweet 
and longing. 

Home is so many things. 

I will not love you until the end of time, 
because I can't. 

None of us will see the end of time, 
the end of the universe as we know it. 

we will never see when the stars go dark 

To all the people who hate Muslims.

Do I scare you? They call it Islamophobia after all.

Do I scare you? Does my family scare you?

Let me give you a summary of us, in case you didn’t really know us all that well.

Me,

There is no such thing
as good and evil, 
nothings ever so black and white. 

and I'll tell you why. 

Everyone has a different side to the story, 
and the things they do may be horrific, 

I see heroes.

I see the girl who shoots fire,
her hands are burned a charcoal black
and everything she touches comes away smudged,
the pain in her eyes as the flames rip out of her hands