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