medha

medha Jul 2016

{ pale }

Do not let my
pale skin befool you
for beneath this flesh,
I harbour a
colourful soul.

medha Jul 2016

loneliness
tastes like
warm whiskey

#loneliness

medha Jul 2016

you claimed
to be
scared of
commitment
and yet i see
those tattoos
pierce your
skin.

medha Jul 2016

{ scars }

your
scars
turn
me
on.

medha Jul 2016

{ anguish }

You know you're
a poet when
you can physically
hear every atom
of your body crying
and you choose to
pour the anguish
on paper.

medha Jul 2016

i often find myself
chasing people
who don't
intend to
stay.

medha Jul 2016

{ mirage }

It's almost noon
with the sun
burning up my skin
and yet I see
stars when I look
into your eyes.