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Caitlin Driscoll Jan 2014

Him: I wouldn’t mind giving this a shot
Her: You know it would never work out
Him: Why not?
Her: Because, we’re both die hard romantics. There’d be no one here to keep us grounded. We’d end up floating away from the earth, and eventually from each other.
Him: I’ve always dreamed of flying
a work in progress
Caitlin Driscoll Aug 2013
I remeber the smile I had on my face
     when I thought you finally found the beauty
            in my flaws

      Until months of analyzing caused me to realize
                 the beauty you saw was not in me,
                                                          but yourself
Caitlin Driscoll Aug 2013
I wish to one day be interesting
But what is it I should do -
Perhaps I'll wear a vibrant headdress and stay here as my skin burns away in the desert and my bones deteriorate
My face will remain in the shape of this gaping half smile, trying to lure you in
And my eyes will be lost in this wild attempt
And you'll be lost with them, as you stare into the darkness that was once their home and realize this is all that I ever was
Would this intrigue you
Caitlin Driscoll Jul 2013
Have you ever tried to fall asleep half kissed?
It's as if while you lay there in bed, you know you need someone to hold onto you, or you will fall, or drift away

But no one is there to to be your anchor

And so night after night you sink
As the storm tossles the sea above
And when you try to cry out for help - a lifeline - the salty water stings your throat and burns your eyes
And your tears are the last bit of humanity in yourself you remember
Before the dark ocean settles you to the bottom
And you forever lie there
Forgotten, and half kissed
A work in progress
Caitlin Driscoll Jun 2013
Sometimes you can't always get what you want
Like forgiveness
But that's okay if you don't deserve it
Caitlin Driscoll Sep 2012
Sweat, pulsation
Endless time
Rejuvenating in the filthy baths of purity

Hands embarking on loving journeys
Lips being praised as mighty warriors

Hearts beating
Bodies trembling

The sweet smell of intimate lust

Moans of desperation call out for mercy
Met only with further pounding and exhilaration

Souls entangled
Entities intertwined
In a hot mess of indescribable pleasure

Like a consuming force
that becomes an obsession

You're my obsession

*I love you
Caitlin Driscoll Sep 2012
I hear the pitter patter
of silly little puppies everywhere
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