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Kassandra Jan 2016
I counted the sips the first time.
The moon was visible, but there were no stars.
The people were loud, and the air was humid from the mass of bodies
I would wait a little to see if anything happened.
The logical side of me wanted to see how many sips it would take for me to get drunk
I hit ten.
Nothing.
I got impatient, and took a gulp.
I didn't even realize I was drunk, but suddenly I was happy.
It didn't make you go away like I'd hoped.
You still plagued my thoughts and gnawed my insides
But it didn't hurt as much

I saw you two days ago
It didn't hurt then
Well it did, and I shook
But I don't know
It's the New Years
I didn't count the sips
I forced down each gulp even though it was such a vile liquid
You were still there, and it seemed to get worse.
I don't miss you
Cause quite frankly you're dead
And I want to be too.

Not really. I like living. I just wish you hadn't murdered the old you. It wasn't even the New Years yet.
  Nov 2015 Kassandra
Rumi
A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more
than you love me?



The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.



I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.



I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.



I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.



If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.
  Nov 2015 Kassandra
Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

— The End —