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Kris May 2020
I wish I could say I love you
but those words are still hollow,
And the guilt rising in my chest
is too much for me to swallow
If I was to run- to break free
The tug on your flesh would pull you apart
and the blood on your skin would be from me
Because our relationship has long since been healthy
And I wish there was an excuse for our co-dependency.
Kris Sep 2018
Branches tap the thin glass like fingers,
Night air makes the old home shake and groan,
The lonely feeling on your skin that lingers,
A kingdom with an empty throne,

Unsaid words fill our throats,
As emotions dance behind locked eyes,
Overflowing as we choke,
Too many missed goodbyes,

Emptiness in the veins,
Coursing through like bitter poison,
Empty words and lies in the brains,
The fire out for no clear reason,

It falls down… Down…. Down…
Through the darkness of the night,
We smile away the fear and frown,
Emotions that we no longer have in sight,

Fear like woods that seem too dense to explore,
Like plants in our lungs, suffocating,
Muffled sobs leave our lungs so sore,
The pain inside is captivating,

The light fades behind the horizon,
The darkness that fuels our fears,
A sun that may never brighten,
A storm that may last many years.
Kris Sep 2018
The lighthouse on the hill,
It never shone although it’s purpose,
It stood tall, and so, so still,
And with that it used to lead us,
 
It always had so much might,
As the waves like soldiers attacked its feet,
But at night we all lost out sight,
And feared what fate we’d meet,
 
The hurricane hit and ripped us away,
But the lighthouse walls stayed still,
The white brick walls never did sway,
We were away from our lighthouse on the hill,
 
I was filled with so much fear,
All I wanted was a sign,
To make it all became clear,
To lead me back to what was mine,
 
The lighthouse was there, just as tall,
The walls were cracked but never crumbled,
Tears appeared and began to fall,
Our strength fell as we all stumbled,
 
Our fears were gone,
Replaced by the thrill,
As we watched dawn,
With our lighthouse on the hill.
Kris Sep 2018
Is this really how you want to be remembered?
Tossed aside and dismembered.
The beating heart can only last so long.
Before you sing your final song.

Each breath you take, each word you mutter,
Gone again, quicker than a camera shutter,
Preserved forever, like a painting,
Each word tough and straining.

A broken mind, A beating heart,
Blind a few and tear world apart,
Kris Sep 2018
Falling down the rabbit hole,
It was dark and so, so cold,
The darkness took its toll,
That’s when the light was sold,
 
The water echoed and strained,
It all began to blur and fade,
For all my life, it was chained,
Although it was the choice I made,
 
The knives that pierced the broken lungs,
Drove away the fear,
For those who hurt and stung,
It would surely disappear,
 
With the fears that once controlled me,
Gone, gone with the wind,
I was happy and free,
No matter how much I sinned,
 
The street was filled with light and sound,
People walked down the street,
Sights and sounds all around,
Although not quite sweet.

— The End —