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medha Jun 2017
the next time
you try to rub salt
in my wounds

i'll smile at you
with apathy
because

i've already
hit rock bottom
and made it
back home.
you are stronger than your suffering.
medha Jun 2017
i am
no longer
broken bones
and weary tears.

i collapse
occasionally
but i keep breathing.
medha Feb 2017
the thing about us is
that both of us long for the
flames but are scared of the ash.
the consequences are fatal.
medha Feb 2017
i love
how he
kisses me.

how
he almost
steals the air
from my lungs.

how
he makes
me oblivious to
the air around me.
medha Dec 2016
i think
i found my
happy place.

this space
between your
arms that i have
started to call home.
and this time i'm staying.
medha Oct 2016
you're the home
i never had
the waves
i never surfed
the roads
*i never took.
medha Sep 2016
i heard
you're in pain.
come to me.
i'll wash your
sorrows and
cleanse your
realms of pain
with the scent
of home.
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