i’m living on borrowed years .
it is the end of the day i reached two decades of a life
i’d paused, static and rust on my skin
there were gifts, a book mentioned in passing
pressed roses and some oxidized jhumkas
there are dried tears warm on my face,
there are tears for the love wrapped clumsily
in shiny paper, with a sticky note looped with my name
two decades of a life
so young, a few lifetimes between the years
a heart strangely filled with a blurry five second video
my mom sent it at four am, she loves all the pictures
where i cringe, she points at my big laugh
the laugh lines etched somehow
sunshine and a soft smile i’d thought had died
i often cry on birthdays, depressing affairs
but two decades and
so much love
i am much loved
in all the ways that matter
so, blowing the metaphorical candle
happy twenty.
Happy Birthday 💖💐
This was really beautiful ✨🤌🤌
Much much love and happiness to you ✨🌷🌸