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TRIM

Validation is to happiness
what poems are to love.
Sunlight doesn’t need
rose tinted glasses
to look beautiful.

/kritika.

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PRESAGE

allow me to crumble and rebuild
myself for i foresee the
approaching end.

allow me to dream of strolling meadows with you for i am spent
walking on these shards of glass.

allow me to pen this down for
my thoughts are wildfire that’ll
burn out all the sparks that once flew.

allow me to mourn your silence for
that is my reward for falling
in love with the night and not the moon.

/kritika.

TURNING 11

Of all the skins
I wear, my
favourite
is the one
that meets
yours.

/kritika.

STRIPES

tonight I hold myself
tighter than ever
for your absence jolts
my body. my toes curl in,
my palms clutch
to the flesh on my back. i am
the embodiment of a cocoon,
so contained, only
the sturdy branches that
are your arms could crack
it open. but soon,
my heart clenches to itself
and the magic blood
fills the burning crevices.
rightful healing, I call it.

/kritika.

IMPIETY

Forgive yourself
for loving
parts of them
that made
you hate
parts of you.

/kritika.

SCRAPE

all that breathes
is the little life left
through the crevices of
a marred heart.
all it ever knew was
reckless loving.
so, it sat there and
watched itself die,
one kiss at a time.

/kritika.

STIFF

Silence bears more
fruit than it
does thorns.
But then why
does yours prick
so bad?

/kritika.

SOAR

amongst a million,
exists one memory, fonder
than its peers. for self
love weighs more than
sadness ever will. the
lesson came easy,
thankfully.
i hammered
the crumbling broken
walls on which doubt feebly
balanced itself and
somewhere
in the smoke of the
rubble, I breathed
peace.

/kritika.

BLITHE

I smile

hoping that

someday someone

will look at this

brokenness

and see

art.

/kritika.

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