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Kay Nov 2017
How can one person make you feel empty
like they have broken you,
as if they have grabbed your heart out of your chest,
just so they can stop your heart from pounding,
from believing, from breathing just long enough.
Then they let go, and all of a sudden you feel again.
Your crushed heart breaths, but not long enough…
You grasping for air that's just not there.
The pain that you had been forced to suppress comes,
and now your dying…Why?
Don't let people push you around, it's your life not theirs.
Kay Nov 2017
I look around, I look at you.

How do you look at this world?  How do you see me?

With those broken eyes, are we so different?

The stars in the sky weren't put there to tell us what to do

but to show us who we are, to let us know that they are still there.

look at the sea constantly changing, like you and me…

why can't we spread our wings and fly?

What’s holding us down?  Are you broken, angry or hurt?

It doesn’t matter, I won't tell you, that you didn't get it right.

You will grow, and you will change,

you'll be stupid and you'll be smart.

But in the days that you do happen to get it right,

we are here and we hear your cry's…
Kay Oct 2017
Death.  

My Unwanted Lover

I know him by name

and I've seen all his faces

as beautiful as they are

they always remined me of a time

when it wasn't worth living

and breathing was replaced by grieving

He was my closest friend

and he understood me because we shared the same feelings

he told me he wanted what I wanted

when I was born he held me in his arms

whispering promises to me

telling me of all times that he would visit me

but I could never remember

Since I was born my life was promised to him

that he would be the death of me

I wish I would have known that he was never my lover

but the grief in so many others
My relationship with Death
Kay Oct 2017
Touching you is like electricity on my tinger tips,

your arms surrounding me is pleasure to my vains,

breathing without your lips is to struggle.

Gracing me with your presence is denying me of air,

you like fire burn the people that touch you

I need you, no.  I want you.

You tell me of a future that can never be true,

and you lie to me when you say you love me.

Isnt this how it always goes?

I can scream at you all i want and you would never blink an eye,

you who is so focused on your self cant see,

you left me in rubble.

I who loved you for who you where, you killed the only part of me living,

but dont worry about me I'll be fine.

Until one day I'm just like you.

— The End —