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Lily Karter Feb 2013
You know,
I don't really think I ever asked too much of you.

You say that you love me.
You say that you care for me.
I just need to you to help me believe it.

If what you said is true,
how is that too much to ask?

Because what you do now..
It's blatantly proves opposite.
How we can be so perfect for a week,
and then next you are long gone.

How can we go from being so attached,
to being so distant.
That's not how you show you love someone.

Saying you are scared of what will happen,
That won't work anymore.
I'm scared too, but I have always been willing to take the risk.
I would gladly take the leap if I knew you were there to hold my hand.

But where are you?
I just need you to show me I can trust your words.

*Is that so much to ask of you?
Lily Karter Feb 2013
The difference between my darkness and your darkness is that I can look at my own badness in the face and accept its existence, while you are busy covering your mirror with a white linen sheet. The difference between my sins and your sins is that when I sin I know I'm sinning, while you have actually fallen prey to your own fabricated illusions. I am a siren, a mermaid; I know that I am beautiful while basking on the ocean's waves and I know that I can eat flesh and bones at the bottom of the sea. You are a white witch, a wizard; your spells are manipulations and your cauldron from hell yet you wrap yourself in white and wear a silver wig.
Quote from my favorite author/philosopher/poet/humanist, C. Joybell C.
Lily Karter Feb 2013
You told me it would be better if
I didn't stay.


I told you it would be better if
I didn't leave.


But in the end,
Your wish is my command.
Lily Karter Feb 2013
When I talk to you now, I feel you slowly slipping away.
Was it too much?
Maybe I shouldn't have shown you how I felt,
but I don't regret it.

Not one bit.

I know you hate the act of sharing feelings.
You were never one to open so widely.
Maybe I shouldn't have shown you how I felt,
but I don't regret it.

Not one bit.

I'm sorry,
But sometimes you just need to know these things.

I don't take back what I said



But I regret how it made you feel.
The repercussions of telling someone how you feel.
I think it hurts the most when you know you made them feel terrible, and now you see what you had with them slipping away.
Whether it's friendship or love - to me it all hurts the same.
Lily Karter Feb 2013
When I write something, I want anyone who reads it to be able to understand it. I don't want to use words that confuse - but I want it to feel elegant. I want it to be simple. I want you to get it. I want you to connect with it.
I feel like writing is expressing yourself in hope that someone who reads your work feels the way you do.
So you know that you aren't alone out there.
Sometimes, I feel like writing is a cry for help. An outpour of emotion that you can't control.
When you don't have someone to go to - you write.
You may not have one person who will listen, but you put it out there hoping someone in the world will.

Isn't that strange? We can put our thoughts on full blast for everyone to see, but we can't even manage to tell it to the one for which it's about in the first place.
Lily Karter Feb 2013
I am a lover without love.
I am a dreamer without dreams.




Only because I don't think I can cope with the failure of one.
Sometimes we are more frightened by the outcome
than the actual thing.
Lily Karter Feb 2013
Sometimes,
I feel so much and

                          I don't know how to get it out .

I write.
But sometimes,

                           I can't find the right words.

I paint.
But sometimes,          
                
                           I can't find the right strokes.

I draw.
But sometimes,

                           I can't find the right lines.

I dance.
But sometimes,

                           I can't find the right movement.

How do you express something,
that you don't know how to show ?
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