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  Aug 2020 Mitali
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If you see her again before I do, tell her the way she left left me shaking like a winter windchime;
the song too frozen to melt on her tongue.
I am scared of all her moving on.
The only serious love poems I write are about the same person who hides God in her hair and shows me the lingerie she bought while I try to unfog my glasses to look at her straight.
I am too convinced that she is made up of lines that lead straight to my firework skin. There has been too many explosions here.
The only way to deal with missing you is to tell you and wait and see if you feel the same. Or novacane.
I imagine you taste like an acid trip... all conspiracy theories and sugary words too sober to ever speak.
If you see her again before I do, tell her that I am a mess without her.  That my mind only settles with her tear-stained cheeks and the only way I can see the ocean in the winter in Canada is to look into her eyes.
I am scared that I am being overdramatic.
I want to rub our wrists together so we can trade scars.
Tell me the story of how you met your best friend and I'll tell you the story of how I fell out of loving my mother.
I would rather listen to you ramble than check the time.
If you see her again before I do, tell her that on the way home from her arms I counted 1200 streetlamps, 13 lovers, 3 liquor stores and 72 shakes of my knees.
Tell her I miss her like Frances misses Kurt.  Like dive bars miss blues music.
When I see you again, lover, I'll tell you that when you told me your name two years ago, I was surprised that it wasn't Love.
Mitali Aug 2020
I was walking alone in the lonely night,
I don't know where to go and how to find the light,

Childhood was awesome, now all we doing is fight,
Dreaming of becoming superhero and saving the world,
Fighting all day and getting scold,
Doing nothing, still getting all,
I really miss the time when I was small,
But at the speed of light, time flies,
And there came a day when I realized,
Fulfilling dreams isn't as easy as catching fireflies,

Piano which makes my heart warm,
Whenever a note was hit,
That had left me now in a dark pit,
My heart has become cold as ice,
I have been dragged into destinie's game,
Where I m not even allowed to throw a dice,
Fire inside me is burning high,
Still my heart is as clod as ice,

Piano seems to be part of me,
And melody seems to flow out,
Taking all my feelings away,
When all I want is to throw myself out,
While shifting octave from higher to lower,
I felt my heart to beat faster,
How can this happen? How can I heal so faster,
But now that healer had left me during the last winter,
From then spring Never came and summer doesn't matter,
It was raining all night,
Only winter makes me feel little better,

Those black and white keys were my way to numb the pain,
I looked up at sky and it started to rain,
"It's gone " said my heart,
"The keys that holded you for so long,
They are gone"
"no" I replied "they are here
Where? Doesn't matter,
They are me and I am them,
They have seen my birth,
Now they will also see my end".

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