Not gonna lie,
I find you so unattractive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When your mind-bending skills
of origami turn my apprehensions
into those little things that fly away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When your plants come alive
with you in plain sight,
repaying your loyalty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When you audaciously go
and bake the glow for the moon
after the day sucked your soul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
From collecting coins to quotes
you let your adult self color the life book
from the paintbrushes buried in your impaled back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When you spin, knit, create
the shattered hearts or nearly
wilted flowers to either revive
or help leave\/(live) them in peace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When you write so authentically;
The way your sorrows and smiles
dance on the paper,
it made the phrase \u201cpaper hearts\u201d
come out in the open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When you be a generous witch
for summoning my lost soul
that parted long back and
forgot to feel anything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What\u2019s so (un)attractive about you?
That makes me pull from you
and long for you, all at the same time.
I am used to the ugliness
of drains, of brains,
of hidden corners, of tragic mourning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am scared of you.
People like you set
highest of expectations
of how a life must be lived.
And I am afraid,
Once, I would go past
all the criticisms and validations
I\u2019d be hazardously free.
Like you!
And then I wouldn\u2019t be able to
go back to a mediocre life.
Atleast not without you.
And they’d be no one to blame to,
not even myself because
you\u2019d leave.
I know you will.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a9kanikachugh<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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