A poem is not
words rolled together
to form strings, weaved
together to make fabrics
embroidered with emotion
carefully crafted to have
one's heart feel lighter
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Dear self,
"...I'm probably too shy to say it as it is,
so here it is... You're the only person I'd
share half of my burger with..."
Love, at first sight in the mirror,
Aarushi-
Dear love,
"...So, enlighten me. What is this
warmth you provide that everyone
craves? Because in your arms, all I felt
was icy winds constantly freezing my
chest. Have I not known you enough?
What is this beauty of yours that
everyone seems to be obsessed with?
Because with you, I have only seen
myself at my ugliest and weakest..."
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i didn’t want to go home today. every
inch of that wretched place had you.
the bed where we watched that stupid
movie for the first time. the floor where
we used to play with blocks. the basin
where we filled our balloons for holi
every year. the corner where you cried
and i consoled you. the table where we
created art every summer. the
bathroom where you got your first
period and we both cried until my
mother helped you (we thought you
were dying). every damned inch had
your image.
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