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Mitzi Ambrad Oct 2020
The fire still burns
The heart still yearns
But lessons were learned
Yours was an approval I shouldn't earn.
I may still have feelings for you but now I know better.
Mitzi Ambrad May 2020
You still haunt me
Midnight, daylight.

Feel your arms wrapped around me
Feel the tight grip on my hand
Feel your soft lips on mine
Feel your breath on my skin.

Memories of you still haunt me
Midnight, daylight.
Old fires are hard to get over with
Mitzi Ambrad May 2020
Brush on one hand
Paint in the other
Poured a tint of green
Unto a pint of white.

I wanted more green.

You said stop
But it was too late
I already poured myself in
There was no turning back.

I wanted more green.

Instead, I got mint
Cold, cold minty hue
Now, I had to make do
With whatever green is left.

I wanted more green.

Green, green growth
And the best of my youth.
In memory of a failed paint mixing job that we were still able to 'wing'
Mitzi Ambrad May 2020
I kept a list of things that you dread and like
Colored the first black, the other white.

Back then, I only know one to cite
Now, it has a ninety-nine items in plain sight.

Wrote the 100th note after the talk yesterday
My name is finally on it but the color is gray.
After our confrontation, it turned out I am neither.
Mitzi Ambrad May 2020
Wind roars angrily
As rain drops start to fall
In a cold May dawn
I walk alone to home.

Step, step, step
I pace forward
My core is breaking
But I must move.

With shoulders down
and a face of frown
I try to struggle
Not to succumb.

Dark emotions lurk
Everywhere I look
My body shakes from fear
Even if it has known ache.
  May 2020 Mitzi Ambrad
Broken hearts
never love the same
once broken
they often mend
but never the same
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