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Cassie Mae Apr 2017
Your lips met mine
a sweet second
my lips found yours
a tender touch

A first
for a last
an only
for a lifetime
(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2017
Cassie Mae Oct 2016
Sitting in
torture
under your thumb
calling your name
killing my soul.
(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2016
Cassie Mae Oct 2016
the sun glints off his wet, dark hair,
the breeze pulls at his sun-bleached, torn shirt,
the kelp brushes his cold, bare toes,
the salt sticks in his still lashes,
the waves reach for his lifeless body,

I watch from behind my rock,
my alcove,
my arch,

waves push my body against barnacled surface,

his first mistake was being alone,
his second was listening to my song,
his last was our kiss,

holding him against my lips,
underneath the white foam,
I took his last breath,
I'll never love again.
(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2016
Cassie Mae Oct 2016
I wonder if you listen to the same bands...

hold on,
I've written this before.

I just want to know what kind of man you became.
(C) Cassie Mae Writings 2016
Cassie Mae Oct 2016
It's not fair
that you get to go on
enjoying the sun
when you took mine
right from my sky

It's not fair
that you get to go on
smile on your face
when you took mine
right from my mouth

It's not fair
that you get to go on
on the receiving end of love
when you took mine
right from my heart

It's not fair
that you can break a girl

break her smile

break her heart

and go on like you did nothing wrong
Cassie Mae Writings (c) 2016
Cassie Mae Aug 2016
boy
be careful

her wounds are fresh
her wounds are deep

your words aren't salt
your words soothe her bleeding heart

words become poison to open sores
eating away any healing flesh

your words remind her of happy times
with you
boy

she's listening to your song

boy
be careful
(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2016
Cassie Mae Mar 2014
It's tragic, this love.

How I clutch to your lips
like the ledge over a raging river,
fingers slipping,
slipping.

How my eyes plead to you,
to pull me to safety,
into you arms,
into your eyes.

I plead for your words,
like a drought needs the rain,
my life needs your breath,
your heartbeat.

It's tragic, this love.
© Cassie Mae Writings 2014
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