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I am keeping you


"I am keeping you..."
She just blurted out
Sensing her words she just changed the side of the bed
And the discomfort was visible
It wasn't the bed that wasn't comfortable
It was her heart
Beating hard
Like yelling at her for keeping him
She was setting all that was needed to set him free

From the time they had met
No literal connections
Only two people who have seen each other.
Exchange of talks enough that they can't be called strangers
He wasn't walking to her
But she felt he was walking a path more than just to be friends
So trying to fix the puzzle now it was just another extra mile to walk to him
She possibly throws all her tantrums to him
Like he belongs to her  
The stars that seem so near are miles apart
The moon that seems white ball is black for the facts

One sudden day
When he seems everywhere
She announced to have found the one
It's tough to say 'No' to reality
Fiction hold a part of the time not whole
He wasn't fiction
Sensing this was hard to inhale
So she says it loud enough for him to leave

Now since that he has gone
Things won't be easy
But if he had stayed
Few uneithical things might have happened
So often in the mornings like this she thanks him
For keeping her like she wants to be
"May be a girl would lose herself for a strangers heart
But thank you for coming but keeping me as me
I haven't lost in love
Have unwrapped a part of me
Happy that you happened to the heart of mine."

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