reached home

"reached home"

in how many steps

and damn years of 

needless devotion, 

first step to chase 

your smile in the dark

of your temper,

second to reveal my 

skin under the burnt

midday heat,

third to hide the

good love that slipped 

out of my hands,

fourth to beg you 

to save me from your

potential of a termite,

fifth to feel the addiction 

of trauma bond only 

for a single antidote,

sixth to forgive you 

to ruin my teenage

for my dream adult life,

seventh, enough to be 

stumbled onto the fever

where you once were 

the cure,

but 

"reached home"

thank god, 

"you're not my home,"

- chetna 🌻