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Feb 2018 · 111
what is love.
Cassie Lockhart Feb 2018
A smile stretches your lips
You look at me with sad eyes
Your hands are wrapped with bandage your mother keeps
You have been stabbed over and over with lies

"What is love?" you ask
I smile and say
"Love is seeing through your mask,"
"Love is giving you everything, you don't have to pay."

Love is when you're happy, or excited, or cheerful, I love you.
Love is when you're scared, or sad, or mad, I love you.
Love is when you're empty, and lifeless, and bored, I love you.
Love is even when the world is against you, I'll stay by your side, I love you.
Feb 2018 · 70
fear.
Cassie Lockhart Feb 2018
You stand before me, tower over me
A smug smirk planted firmly on your face
You are confident, you cannot be fazed
You are my fear and I am your prey
Cassie Lockhart Feb 2018
I lean my back on the cold wall
To me, my inner demons call
I sit, and on my bed I wait
I think, think before it’s too late

What course of action would suffice?
I think, think before they notice
An ever-growing parasite
Each second on my heart it bites

I know nothing else besides write
Write as I continue to fight
This churning feeling in my gut
I know I shouldn’t let it, but—

I have a voice, but not power
My consciousness has; I cower
I’ve grown tired of connect the dots
I am not myself, I am not.
Feb 2018 · 81
The Me Who Was Happy
Cassie Lockhart Feb 2018
I grew up dreaming of tiaras and ball gowns
I dreamt of a prince that will sweep me off my feet
Those dreams have been replaced by nightmares of people's frowns
Crying over a non-existent prince, I didn't meet

The me who was happy, the me who was grateful
She lies asleep, buried deep into my soul
She will never awoken, forever secured
I will protect her, with all I can, with the me who has matured

I know the world, of its cruelty and insjustice
I've given up hope, given up my pleas for justness
I will be strong, I will be tough, with my own devils my weapons
I will answer your call, my friend, whoever who beckons.

— The End —