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Srijani Sarkar Mar 2018
These red rashes on my skin
flowers blooming
one by one
of different colours
on the same tree
several now
all over me
the rashes
almost hide the tree
when spring is an epidemic.
Love is like flowers and rashes and spring is like poetry.
There is no more sky
No more blue
Endlessly stretching forth
No more fast clouds or silver linings
No more storms or stars
No more wind in my hair
  There is a six foot barrier
And a velvet lining and a wooden box
Which I can't think outside of anymore
Step one: get very drunk
Repeat step one as needed

Cry for them
Cry for yourself
Cry because you are alone

Now try to move on
Commit to it
Don’t think about them
For three days you didn’t
And then something reminds you of them
Repeat step one

Tell yourself you were never in love
Tell yourself you will never fall in love again
Agonize over everything you think you did wrong
Blame yourself

Get mad
Blame them
Blame god

Repeat step one with friends
Repeat step one alone

It has been a month and they haven’t crossed your mind
And then you run into them
And you’re fine
And you are free

Now fall in love with somebody else and do it all over again
all you did was push
so all i did was shove
and i think we fought for so long
we ran out of love.
thoughts.
Sometimes I enjoy life more
When my view is hindered by tears
The edges of images blur
Like mascara, how the world smears.

I like it better out of focus;
My vision, my goals, my dreams
When it's blurry it's easier to pretend
The pain in my heart isn't as bad as it seems.
I originally started this with the title thinking about how it is when I don't have my glasses on, since I have REALLY REALLY bad eyesight, but this is what came out instead.
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