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Kage Mar 2019
I've realized that...
when being with someone...
There is still a you.
An I
A him
A her
A he
A she
But I think of we
I think of us.
When you love someone,
they should be your equal,
or at least someone you feel comfortable with,
who you can talk with late on the phone
not just
side by side
and in bed,
feeling the echo of clicks
still alone.
I've realized that...
With you, I get so wrapped up with
I can still taste your breath,
and feel your heartbeat because it has mine
miles away,
I can feel the way your hands' intertwine,
in my hair.
The way I bury myself deep in your edges to hide my scars
You carry me off into a fabricated existence,
of my hopeless demise, too far-
gone.
I've realized that...
Sometimes I forget what's outside these stolen moments,
of hurried kisses, passionate caresses and loving phrases.
I get so caught up
At the thought
and the feeling
but maybe that's just my imagination wandering
And I think my logic is finally questioning
Who am I?
Who was I?
Where were you before this?
Where were you, the time when I crumbled?
Who was there?
Me

Who picked up the pieces?

Me


So who takes the bullet
each
and
every
time?

Me.

So when your shot and looking for someone to patch you back up
just for a while
know that a while
is never enough

I relied so much on you
I almost forgot
how much easier it is
to just heal myself.
Kage Mar 2019
I want to be happy.
I say.
We say.
But I find myself grasping for paper.
So delicate
but not more
then the memories that fade away.
We put a price to the paper.
The paper's all we want.
My mind grows weak
and my heart remains soft.
They say that those with paper
find happiness better,
easier.
While those without struggle
and nevertheless, linger.
On this unfathomable material
that means nothing
untouched.
What matters are the souls
that live.
We love too little,
and want too much.
We take for granted,
what we already have.
I live in the future,
thinking it's stressful and sad.
I'm already grateful,
of what I've been given.
Happiness is not the things that I live in.
Or what I've bought,
what I've taken.
Humans are beaten and broken.
And it's funny how we turn to paper,
to try to hold us up.
But you are my happiness.
You are more than enough.
Kage Jan 2019
I think it's easier to focus on things that don't necessarily matter as of right now.
Instead of being overwhelmed by the things that do.
People ask me,
question.
Why I feel the way that I feel.
Why I don't do any more then I could be doing.

Because it's so much easier to kick back and relax,
then open up and explore into the outside world.

It's so much easier to not care,
because caring too much just hurts.

So I guess that's why we always care about the little things,
it's better than focusing on the bigger things.

But then we end up getting more emotional over little things.
So I always find it disappointing.
The fact that,
I was made to be broken over the big
and I'm being ******* by the small.
Kage Oct 2018
She looked like cocoa,
I'm surprised she didn't taste like chocolate,
bittersweet.
Full of disappointment
Kage Oct 2018
You kept me in your womb, cozy
I am still depleting you
I yell at you
I scream at you
I'm sorry
Kage Mar 2015
The lithe of your tongue has a beautiful taste.
A venomous poison,
a devil's embrace.
Wraps around me like a vine,
with lips of steel.
A taste of wine,
you smile, you sneer.
Kage Mar 2015
Nobody knows,
the way her heart beats to the rhythm of a rhyme,
moving to the sway of a song.
Or the way her words unravel on the unborn pages that hatch in her head.
Like the pockets of seeds that settle in the late spring.
They pop,
and grow.
yet she doesn't grow.
A seed unhappy, unkempt, unloved.
Like a thorn in her side, a rock on her feet.
It encases her,
drowns her, until she suffocates.
Unable to hide from her true being.
Deformed and broken with her scars that sear.
From stares, she stumbles.
Anxious, envious, and cowardly.
Courageous, only in appearance,
When all she can do is choke on her words.
Nobody knows.
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