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Katlynn Grilli Dec 2024
As I lay my heart to rest
I pray my minds decisions are best
To be cold and strong today
Is better than being thrown away
I won’t be discarded
I won’t be used
This heart needs rest
No more abuse
I slept tonight and live tomorrow
For time is something I cannot borrow.
Katlynn Grilli Nov 2024
I’d like the silence to be louder
But I can still hear everything else.
I’d like to hear the wind blowin through some dandelions.
Maybe some butterflies in the distance sittin on some flowers
To hear a bird gently land on that picket fence
To listen to the rose petals blow in the soft wind
I wanna hear the camp fire crackle and grow
Listen to all the quiet things we miss out on
No one wants to hear the day to day.
Everyone wants to hear the peace.
Katlynn Grilli Nov 2024
I shall not beg for your crumbs
I shall not eat at your feet
I shall now bow down with hands outstretched together towards you hoping for any ounce of love of nurturing.
My hands are clean my heart is pure.
Your mind is corrupted by the greed your heart produces so deep you can’t even see it
I shall not beg for you to do what you should
To do what you have an obligation to
For maybe you have no obligation to me but me to myself to set these boundaries.
I shall not allow you to enter my mind space and steal what I cherish.
I shall not beg for your crumbs when there is a full meal for me to prepare
To be strong
Katlynn Grilli Oct 2024
Nothing from my mouth means much
I am silenced
I am unheard
Nothing from my mouth carries volume
I am over looked
I am unappreciated
Nothing from my mouth makes sense
As I am driven away with screams from your mouth that seem to hold much power in my head.
My mouth will have power once again.
Katlynn Grilli Oct 2024
The bridge calls my name
Whispers sweet nothings
And will eventually sweep me off my feet.
Katlynn Grilli Sep 2024
Blood has been shed and water seems thicker
Your words cary no meaning
For your lies are greater than your actions
Your actions are less than your word
And your words circle back around to many forms of many stories
This fairy tail you painted is just that
Katlynn Grilli Sep 2024
There’s a dagger in my chest with a story on it
A knife in my back screaming betrayal.
There’s a bullet hole in my forehead where the gun pointed.
Now this hearts just too frail.
Bullets and daggers
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