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Catherine Bailey Apr 2020
The Cold wasn’t here before
                             I feel it in the distance
It’s origin long gone  
                                           Now the Cold will come
I’m so **** cold. Isn’t it spring already?
i used to send you memes,
it's no longer a habit of my day.
i realized i haven't sent any in a while,
i miss our old ways.
  Mar 2020 Catherine Bailey
Cné

She makes love to him with words
spilling ink of passion on paper.
She creates the sensual mood
with each stroke of her pen
splattered on the sheets.
She caresses his flesh
in every love letter.
She kisses up and down his
length in sentences and prose.
She tastes all his masculine scent
without ever speaking a word.
She bites his lip and tilts her
hips in between the lines.
She paints a picture that
makes him hard  for his
release and it only
took her mind.

Catherine Bailey Mar 2020
Torture
(ˈtôrCHər)

Torture, the infliction of severe physical or mental pain
or suffering for a purpose, such as
coercing a confession, or inflicting punishment.

Torture
(ˈtôrCHər)

Making me pay everyday,
By loving someone else that treats you well
For hurting you and breaking you
The way I did
Catherine Bailey Mar 2020
Eternally waiting
      For that day of coming
Where she’ll say, “I missed you”
                 And melt in my arms
Catherine Bailey Mar 2020
When I think of you
I’m reduced to tears
When I look away
Filled with regrets

I rather drown at sea
Than to hear your voice
I want the waves
To drown you out

At night I hug my pillow
Hoping that I can feel you
But instead your ghost hugs me
To remind me how cold it is without you
Catherine Bailey Mar 2020
Society? Don't you mean yourself?
What is society truly for you?
Is it the tuning of individuals
Where resistance is sinful crimes?
What are people who break away?
Do they deviate from humanity?

What of their hopeless madness?
Wishing to halt their nightmares?
Are their tears merely water
Without any trace of prayer?
You have cursed their souls;
turned into something false

You shall never gift salvation
For you believe in perfection
You know society isn't at fault
Because you are the result
Once they are branded with "madman"
They will cease to be No Longer Human
No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai is a fantastic book. I almost lost myself in the story.
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