you!
so this triumph in a vacant
room surprises you, only you,
barren trophies in my hands or
the remnants dignified by you;
two days of starving the tongue,
i concede defeat by recalling you,
the 2 AM ceiling syncs to my lips,
no one answers my name, like you;
carrying brittle moods on my face
inflated under the gravity of you,
digging the fingernails in my head,
i lose my scalp, scratched by you;
believe should belong with you,
you seek reflections in smoke,
but the glass is living with you.
- chetna 🌻
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