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We perceive the deep
like some siren song
sinking depths below
where our skin ripples
and runs laps around
and around and around
the surface tension
and cool breaking breezes.

The sunken sand and
rusted portholes
don't draw down
the moisture in our skin.
Next to the slowly sloping
dunes of deep
we are a skin-shod Sahara.

We are pulled by and against gravity
because, in fact, the bleak black
crushing back against our ankles
begs for the darkness we hold
shackled out of sight.
The death of the sea finds
the secrets in me
and it makes them it's own
as it swallows me whole.
 Jul 2014 burning bright
Tea
Do you ever hear me
when I breathe for you?
Do you ever notice
that my heartbeat is your n a m e?
The sea has shown me
Many things
Like how to float
How not to sink
To be aware of danger's tales
To live amongst the sharks
The whales
The sea she cures my sores
With salt
Waves that shave my
Every thought
The wind she sends
A scent that melts
Everything I thought I felt
In the sand a name was carved
The waves they came
& Dissolved it off
Nothing left of me and you
I watch the sun pass by the moon
And slide my body through the sand
And swim unseen
Till I see land
Swimming in love
Drowns me
seems like
the
best
idea.

I'm not
going
anywhere,
and I'm
a fool
for
trying
every
****
day.
May 16th, 2014.
my ***** little secret
is that some nights
i get so into my dreams
that i actually believe
we were meant to be

then i remember
you've had a friend before
and maybe i'll just be thrown
out the door

cause i can't keep conversation
better less a four week relation
but it's my stupid willpower
makes me come back for more
my stupid tumblr inspiration board

it's me
it's me believing in happiness
and you are the center of
why i keep smilin

i have so many feelings for
i wanna tell them all to you
but i am fearful
that the truth may be rude
so i'll keep dreamin
and pretending it's true
@Copyright Kaitlyn Marie
 Jul 2014 burning bright
Jack
It should be easy,
the originals already
been ripped out
 Jul 2014 burning bright
diana
sometimes i wish someone can
save me from myself.

but i learned that the only
person who can save me from myself
is me.
Physically, emotionally, spiritually confused.
there's ant bites
on the backs of my legs
from sitting with you
at the pond,
and dipping our toes in the water
for the baby leeches morning snack.
and the bites are throbbing
in time with my heart,
which aches for your presence.
and my aching heart
is a nice accompaniment
for the aching between my legs.
which longs to be filled with you.
like i was yesterday.
*but that was yesterday.
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