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"And she would run her
gentle, icy fingers
through my hair
like frosty wind
would caress me
on cold winter mornings."
"Even in your most
vulnerable moments,
do what your heart wants,
go where the heart goes."
"In all that
you left behind,
you only came
closer to home.
you only came
closer to yourself."
"She was an
unusual dresser.
Every night,
she wore bruises
on her heart,
love on her lips,
pain in her eyes,
and ink on her fingers.
They called her poetry."
(read forward, then backward, line by line)

I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.
Forward: from the victims perspective.
Backward: from the murderers perspective.

This TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE
Sitting under the sky
away from the crowd
This Valentine's day
no music loud

Neither chocolates
Nor dinner cosy
Just aroma of coffee
No fragrance rosy

Talk heartful with
the moon and stars
Showing my heart's
deepest hidden scars

Praying to the God
to help me to heal
To remind my heart
to not to feel
Just spilling thoughts
 Feb 2018 Keerthi Kishor
Mikaila
I love your hair when you've just woken up.
I love your tired voice.
I love when you're kissing me and we start laughing.
I love the way just touching you skin to skin makes me feel home.
I love the faces you make in photos.
I love how many different shades of green your eyes are.
I love how you can never stay awake through a movie, but you'll say you're paying attention if I ask.
I love that you throw things when you're frustrated, cause it means you let it out and don't let it hurt you inside. Broken things can be fixed. Broken people are much harder to resolve.
I love when you sing along to your favorite songs and send me videos.
I love your writing.
I love that when you're drunk, all you want is me.
I love that when I kiss you it feels like we can't live without each other.
I love how truly, truly kind you are.
I love your colorful swear words.
I love taking care of you.
I love how you are always there for me.
I love holding your hand.
I love your integrity and how much you want to reach your goals.
I love your courage. You're so brave, and I don't even know if you realize.
I love that I always know when you're done sneezing, cause you only say "choo!" on the very last one.
I love that we say good night every night.
I love staying in bed with you ALL day.
I love when you make your inner monologue outer and I can hear all your beautiful, funny, brilliant thoughts.
I love that you don't let anyone treat you badly.
I love how much you love your dog.
I love your hands.
I love the way your neck smells.
I love falling asleep in your arms.
I love all the accents you do.
I love that curl that always goes inside out.
I love that you can make me laugh until I cry.
I love how much I want you, all the time.
I love that you have a cardboard cutout of that guy (Niall, as you told me vehemently) from one direction.
I love planning a life with you, and laughing and joking about naming our kids odd things, but knowing that underneath we are really going to have a life together.
I love that the only tears I ever shed over you are tears of love, laughter, and joy.
I love that you kept the rose I gave you on our first date.
I love how much I trust you.
I love that you love all the things about me I was worried nobody would ever love.
I love that you want to talk to me all the time the same way I want to talk to you all the time...
But most of all
I just love you. Always.

Valentines Day 2016
To the girl who proved that every unloveable part of me, isn't. To the girl I want to spend my life with.
I sent these to her one by one yesterday, and then I made them all into this poem.
 Feb 2018 Keerthi Kishor
Bhumi
Dear Valentine,
If you're giving me roses this year,
Please make sure to remove the thorns.
So that it won't hurt me again.
 Feb 2018 Keerthi Kishor
tl b
Today's a great day to remind yourself why he's not your guy,
why he'll never touch you again, and no longer make you cry.
Today's a great day to remind yourself all the love you hold inside,
why you're the best one for you, and your limits pass the sky.
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