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suitcase by: naveen rimah
bring with you my wide smile. and my nervous eyes that shine when they hit the light. remember how i held myself and how you held me. the things we used to talk about so highly- the future
don’t leave the memory of me behind.
hold it close when you say farewell. reconnect when we cross paths in a cvs in the late afternoon. maybe everything will come flooding back. the way we craved each other in ways that’s were too risky to speak out loud. but we both knew the fire that was lit inside of us from the mere presence of the other
or maybe i’ll just be a ghost to you then
when you say your last goodbyes to my body don’t make it sad. because you and i both know you’ll always have some part of me
even if you never do come back
but will you remember my laugh?
the lowercase i’s i always dot not dash, the leaned in secrets and half bad jokes, they don’t know exactly what we’re referring to but we know. and that’s all that mattered
the way i’m always so goddamn mean to you. claim you’re annoying and lift my middle finger as high as it goes
only because everytime you get me feeling. this way inside it gets me thinking about when you’ll leave. and if i’ll regret doing or not doing
my bad
i like to tell myself i’m good with words as well as men but the truth is that’s a lie
but i have one request
pack your suitcase with the memories and all the things you might say you love about me when you leave
we’ll see how much you have of me then

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While writing her debut book scattered mind and poetry in general, Naveen thought about how the world and our experiences affect us as humans, along with the little things in life. The things we can't shake. Writing bout doubt, love, loss, and lust- Naveen strives to help people understand and notice the little things about themselves and the world around them with her poetry.
As well as writing poetry, Naveen enjoys music, vinyl records, chilly nights and rainy mornings. She believes that pessimism is not, in fact, a negative thing and that no one will ever truly know every part of themselves.