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 Apr 2018 Levi Kips
Steff
A year ago
I was an empty shell
Of the girl I used to be
Floating through life
With no ambitions
No hopes, no dreams.
Always looking down
Instead of at the world.
I was a wreck
With a messy heart
That couldn't be at ease.
Before I knew you,
I wasn't the happy
Bright person I am now
But you came into my life
Found me in the dark
As I was trying to climb
Out of the pit
That I had spiralled into
We slowly progressed
And I began to see the stars,
See the light in the dark again.
I made it a mission
To climb out of that pit
To feel the light - your warmth-
On my skin
Before I knew you,
I didn't know my worth
But now, I'm beginning to
I can do with you as I please you are a puppet and your emotions are the strings. I can speak just the word she. Yes she the word that sends you into that questioning state. You don’t trust him is all I pour into your mind. As I think to myself yes the show has begun… he walks through that door and then you snap who is she you scream you’re way to drunk on jealousy to let him speak. He stares at you like he’s never seen you before. Why are you here are the only words that leave his mouth. You stare at him in amazement not knowing what to say. I know exactly what to do I tug on another string and your rage starts to flare up and you ask again who is she and he answers calmly, “my wife”. You start to rant off telling him how you two were supposed to get married and he says it’s time for you to leave and then he speaks the words that make you shatter… you were nothing but an ongoing fling. I hear that and tug the string of hatred and you go bezerk and finally pulled out the gun you aim it at his head and he says what are you doing sweetie don’t do anything irrational or something you’ll regret. He looks panicked as he tries to calm you down. Then he says I thought you were going to be my perfect little secret my wonderful dream. And all you say is well sweetheart I’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream. And pull the trigger as you collapse to the floor out of exhaustion. I was there to pick up the pieces and put you back together into a wonderful pawn in my game of chess we call your life….



Sincerely,

Your ***** Little Secret
This the object most fragile,
And most adhering.
Knows no wisdom.
The effort to be invisible,
Yet even the blind can see.
Ensnares the owner in agony.
One word,
One glance,
One touch,
One breath,
One second to make it bleed,
To make it shatter.
Sanity and all rationality dissipate.
Trust it never.
Betrayal.
Impulsive.
Self-destructive.
Although strength may grow,
It is stifled by weakness and shadow.
Doubt ever deepens,
Hope ever fades.
Passion so intense,
Extinguish this desire.
The sharp and searing pain,
Still feels so… dull.
Silence so loud,
Gives rise to insanity.
Too arrogant and self-righteous
To ever learn from past mistakes
And confines destiny.
A fog envelops the mind
Lost in a shroud,
No map, no memory.
Faded by time,
Devoid of all beauty.
The greatest joy unreachable.
Fate has written that it will never be.
It is impossible, a tragedy really.
It is futile to cling to something so fictitious.
The world fades away.
White.
Bleeds so easily.
Red.
The void set free
As vast as the sky.
Black.
In the agony,
The loneliness,
The hopelessness,
I diminish until I become lost
Even unto all memory
And I wander into oblivion.
Forever I remain in solitude.
The yearning to sleep,
Insomnia clutches me.
Yet
I can only blame myself.
Your ignorance is my bliss.
Even if you are unaware,
I still give you the power, the key that imprisons me.
This ability is captivating.
So return my freedom!
But you have no control.
In reality, neither do I.
You will gradually forget,
But I can never shut you out.
I am locked away in this cage I have crafted for myself.
I chose to stay
So you may remain free,
Unburdened by me.
My conviction is great.
I am so trapped that
Not even my imagination can give me liberty.
In fact the deeper I delve,
The more I sink.
Fragile molten crystals
Flood me like a bursting dam
They bear everything I dare not place on you.
I will suffer this internal hell
And maybe I can be happy to some degree
Even for just a little while…
Instead of not at all.
This poem was inspired by my past (and current) crush(es) and in their ignorance of my liking them, I wouldn't have to suffer heartbreak again and I would rather just be friends for as long as it can last then not have that chance at all
 May 2015 Levi Kips
nicole smith
I'm sorry I had let you down.
And I'm sorry I broke your heart.
I'm sorry I ended up leaving
When I said we'd never be apart.

I'm sorry I pushed you away.
And I'm sorry I let you in.
But know you were the closest to me
That a person has ever been.

I'm sorry I gave up on you
And every "I love you" I managed to say.
I'm sorry I promised to be by your side
And for the mind games we often played.

I'm sorry I'm messed up
And for every single thing I do.
I'm sorry I wasn't the one in the end.
And for not being there for you.

I'm sorry enough to say I'm sorry.
Oh, how sorry I truly must be.
To write these words over and over again
In a poem that you'll never see.
How sorry I truly must be.
The words keep t
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         The differences becoming
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                                                  and **rhyme
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Add another to your **** streak,
You’re on a roll.
Hey why stop now?
You must take such pride in this.
Headshot- **** assist: +2
You must enjoy getting close to use your knife;
The thrill of being so close to life draining before your very eyes.
That could easily be turned against you,
But you must have a lot of practice.
Am I just another target?
Your accuracy is deadly.
It amazes me how merciless you are.
I am too fearful to fight back.
And in the end,
You will win.
Another I should probably edit in the future

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