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Catherine Paige Aug 2011
you only come around when you need to lean
and you lean on me with your broken heart
no matter how much i wish i could
i cannot leave you to heal alone

do you tell them all of your love
is it a lie to make me linger
or is it gift to hard for you to give
something you've not really done before

are they your way to **** the time
the way to distract yourself
writing of and for you is mine
a way to remind myself
Written on May 10, 2011
Catherine Paige May 2010
Like the warmth of summer with out the burn.
Like the comfort of winter without the chill.
My comfort zone.
Everything I regret not demanding.
My safety line that catches me when I fall.
All I can think about in times of need.

His voice and his laugh bring me home.
I love hearing his smile.
When he's talking about his music you can hear his future.
You can hear what he thinks life is.
He's just a boy again, forgotten are all his mistakes, all his sins are gone.

No one compares to him.
No one can take over his memory.
No one takes me where he can.
No one can bring a smile to my face like he can.

No one else is him.
No one else has that part of me.
Written some time around 2007.
Catherine Paige May 2010
I met another brick wall today.
Don't prepare for the usual.
We're going at this the old fashioned way.
Guard down, no expectations and lots of faith.

I know in the I have messed up in the past.
I meet these walls and I never stop.
I just run full speed and crash.
Backing up and going at it again head first.
Never stopping until my heart is broken.
My mind always goes first.

This time I will walk.
I will take time to count the bricks.
Take time to notice their color.
To notice what holds them together.

No reason for anymore pluralities.
Unless, of course, they're positive.
No need to brake my mind.
No need for anything short of expansion.
This was written on April 1, 2009.
Catherine Paige May 2010
Talking about the past is hard,
But I'm an open book.

When, with beyond your eyes,
You begin to see.
Still will I encourage you to truly look.

I invite you to be our tour guide.
For a book is not an author.
For a book is not a reader.

Do not take these stories for granted,
As open books are often read.
Pages left weathered and worn.
Pages brittle and breaking.

Do not be too cautious.
Stories only exist if you read them.
Treasures only shine when you find them.

Read between my lines.
Read the notes left in my margins,
Where previous readers wrote from their hearts,
Where many of them wrote from their mind,
Where few of them wrote from the soul.

When it comes to pasts,
If I show you mine,
Promise to show me yours.
Discovery was never a chore.
This was written on April 14, 2009.
Catherine Paige May 2010
I don't need a hero
I just need to get through the night

I need to breathe
I need safety
I need your questions
I need to believe

I don't need a hero
I just need more than you can offer

Everything you have is temporary
Love only existing to expire
Artificial care to clever for reality

Everything you say
Is all I want to hear
Every red flag of danger
Makes me want to trust you

Lean on me when your broken
I'll revel in your pain

Just keep in mind
You brought this upon yourself
I am not nice and you never deserved it
I am cruel and you always wanted attention
This was written on January 19, 2009.
Catherine Paige May 2010
Silently I sit here.
Quietly I wait.
Patiently I watch.

I notice you.
I notice you with her.
I notice how I,
amongst your many other puppets,
sit in angry jealousy.

I wonder about my strings.
I wonder if they're too broken.
I wonder if a puppeteer,
especially one as indecisive as yourself,
could ever find me worthy to keep.

I see you in my imagination.
I see you in reality.
I see that I,
despite have great desire to do so,
cannot leave you alone.

Patiently I watch.
Quietly I wait.
Silently I sit here.
This was written on January 23, 2009.
Edited, published, revised by one of my English teachers.
Catherine Paige May 2010
I am a simple girl.
A wooden doll,
sometimes made of stone.

When the waters rise,
I should float,
instead I turn to stone.

Further down I go.
Heavy and sinking,
I am concrete,
I cannot think.

Made of wood again.
When you push me I creak,
when you touch me I speak.

Left alone to weather the storm,
eventually I decay.
Left alone.
After time passes me by,
soon I will petrify.

My edges softened by river waters,
until only the best of me remains.
Now I wish I could remember,
what you always say.
I wish that I had the will,
to float away.
I wish I could be everything,
that you see in me.
This was written on April 9, 2009.
Catherine Paige Aug 2011
so tell me was it my fault
or was it yours

because I said I wasn't sure how to love
didn't think I had ever felt that before
or was it your greedy heart
gluttonous for seconds, thirds and fourths
Written on May 5, 2011.

these have been so short recently hope they still reach you the way the reach out to me.
Catherine Paige Jan 2011
when you see these beautiful tragedies
and you can watch as the cannabalise
on the souls of the minds of our dreams
full of nothing but blood lust and greed

and as it creeps into your life
in the slow transport of demise
if you stop halting time and holding breath
if you just look and breathe it in and let run away with you
the beauty can **** you so slowly that the agony
the agony is a sick pleasure

when the rise and fall of your chest
feels less than endless
when the nearness of end is so blue
it fills your bones with a fire
the fire you searched to set a light through your whole youth

words scraping at the roof of your mouth
"Let me out! Let me out!"
loud enough, they cannot scream
saying things in your mind

things you wish they could hear
things that might fill them with fear

and the way you put it all together
isn't the way it was supposed to fit

and everything you’ve done
and eveything that has been done
is projected on your thoughts of you

what you were at the start is never anything of matter
your middle and end are never like the start
This was written on January 30th, 2011
Catherine Paige May 2010
I trusted you,
Took you as unknowing of your faults.
Thought I could believe you,
Confide in you my thoughts.

My heart still clings to you,
All of your aesthetic charms.
My mind and soul are hot coals,
Burning with anger and wanting vengeance.

All this time I thought you had seen me,
You had looked forward through a window.
You are truly a man of mirrors though,
Seen because I stood behind you,
No matter how much I wanted to be beside you.
Even now you can't see past yourself,
Oblivious to the fires burning around you,
You'll remain like this until it's you they consume.

Broken again,
I hate you for this.
I wanted you because you were a cure.
Now I'm left to the old antiseptics,
Music, movies and sympathetic friends.
They dull pain until I can find time to stand in the rain,
Find the time to confront this pain and banish these demons.

All my "thank you"s become regrets,
All the electricity grounded and gone.
This was written on January 29, 2009.
Catherine Paige May 2010
I said it wouldn't matter
I said I wouldn't care
You with everyone else
Always remaining without me

Then you opened your mouth
Things were said
Illusions were made
You made loose speech and thought

I see you prance on their hearts
Intentions blind to the pain you cause
Recycling your charms for all of them
I watched your careless game

I am still free of you
I am burdened with you
Another man I cannot trust
Another lie that I saw as a truth

While I thank you for opening a door
For showing me to open up
I loathe you for showing me I was right
That while I can be open I can never trust

In a world where
All I ever do is feel
All I ever do is listen

Will I know a world where
I am sometimes felt
I am sometimes heard
This was written on January 18, 2009.
Catherine Paige May 2010
Look at me and break my shell
I've sat here and waited
For your eyes

With eyes that see past my own
Through the window they become
Into my heart and it's pain
You can hear these muted tears

For all my truths lay behind these walls
Behind the fortress I've built
My past keeps me from trusting
Anything that shines

I have a love for the broken
I know they would never brake another
I know that they are safe
I know they are dependent like me

With you it's like a system shock
You're one giant risk that my mind isn't willing to insure
My heart is leaping and keeping time to a new rhythm
No longer depressed but pleased

You see me in a way I've wanted to see myself
I envy you for that
I want you for that
This was written January 1, 2009.
Catherine Paige May 2010
I wanna remove the skin
From your cranium
I wanna smash the bone
Of your skull
I wanna poke around
In your brain

I want a piece of you
That you will never have back
Not after tonight
Give me your life

I gave you mine
Against my will
I have embraced this anger
The anger you birthed in me

I wanna tear apart
Your mind
I wanna dance
In the fire of your soul
I wanna scream
As you burn alive
This was written on February 23, 2009.
Catherine Paige Aug 2011
when you hear my words
when you decipher their intention
i wonder what tools you use
i wonder what you will make of me

i hope your eyes see through the same lens
i hope your soul breeds like mine
that my intentions would scare you
that my intentions, in that way, hurt me

worried that my expression are never really mine
worried that once outwardly deciphered they become inwardly lost
though our language is the same our definitions never are
though my hopes remain the same your intentions never change
Written on August 15, 2011
Catherine Paige Apr 2011
I’m sorry I let you down
expectations are my life blood
every wound I gave you
return on me it soon should

I just wanted to **** with your mind
because your body was too far away
you never thought I was of that kind
but of my sun, you only saw a ray

I’m so sorry
I’m so sorry
I need a fix tonight
I need a fix tonight

I’m so sorry
dear boy, so sorry
I need a fix today
I seem to have lost my way
Written on March 7, 2011
Catherine Paige May 2010
Electricity
Tingly fires inside
Pulling me to you
My will irrelevant

Starting in my fingertips
Sneaking a reason to touch your hand
Zinging into the back of my hand
Your response burning insecurities

My hands pleasantly ache with light
A light my heart burns with
Something I can't imagine
Something I have missed

I know this is a wrong turn
I know that you're bad news
My head tells me to care
My heart says that I don't

You know how to make me smile
Slowly starting to understand
I'm not so misunderstood
Just largely undiscovered

There's a thunder storm out there
As the lightening strikes I smile
Head leant on the window I can only say
"The speed with which you hit the sky,
Is the speed my heart beats around this guy."
This was written on January 5, 2009.
Catherine Paige May 2010
Magical and inspiring
All my heart lies in the tips of my fingers

The memories of where they've been
The hearts they've traced
The skins they've ached to dance against

The language in which they speak
A language in which they are fluent
A language that is foreign and ever adaptive

So much sensory intake
So much motor output
All in the most neglected place

Finger tips left neglected
For actions of rushed intentions

All that is needed is to hod my hand
All that is wanted is a warmth
A fire that won't die when the night gets too cold

I don't need the wind through my hair
I don't to be exhausted by emotion
I just need to feel that my heart can still race

I just want a circulatory high
I want something no money can buy
I want the euphoria that no drug can provide
This was written on October 28, 2009.
Catherine Paige May 2010
What’s your “happily ever after”?
Mine is to see the world with you
I want to see the sky of Egypt
Want to see the lights of Paris
Igloo camping in Alaska
Eating chocolate in Germany

Will you, come with me?
Will you, come with me?

Holding hands and walking the streets
Mostly ***** and a little bit clean
Living day to day and heart to heart
Nothing to our name but pictures and souvenirs
Getting odd jobs just to make it through

Can I, be with you?
Can I, be with you?

Traveling the world and seeing the sights
Still nothing is as pleasing to my eyes
As when I wake up, to see your face

Diamonds mean nothing to me
‘Cause everywhere I go they're in the sky
Name brand clothes don’t mean a thing
‘Cause anything can have a name

You and me, can we be?
You and me, can we be?

I can see us now in the streets of a city
Hand in hand and heart to heart
Mostly ***** and a little bit clean
We may live day to day but our love will live forever
This was written in 2006.
Catherine Paige Jun 2010
Doesn't see through proper eyes
No vision like yours or mine

You look at that boy
See his devilish charm and good looks
Feel the animal attraction boil in the marrow of your bones
Your thoughts like seamless clockwork

She sees that boy
Sees him bloodied and broken
Feels the ache to be the one to brake him
Her thoughts are misfiring like they have countless times before

You see that girl
See her soft skin, hear her laughter
Feel the animal attraction rise within you
Your thoughts a well practice reaction

He sees that girl
Sees her skin peppered in blood, hears her scream
Feels the handle of a knife as if it were already in his hand
His thoughts are violent perversions on repeat

You glow with love
They burn with lust
You ignite their sickness
They consume your life
They devour your death

They talk like you
They think like you
They speak and walk and dream like you
The capabilities of one in the hands of another

All the same, all capable
A choice, an experience
A love, a connection
A betrayl, a lie

Waiting to awaken
Waiting to release
Written on March 18, 2010.
"Anything ever done, anyone is capable of." -Hatfield
Catherine Paige May 2010
I lay here so silently next to you
As I watch the simple beauty of your sleep
My heart keeps my eyes open

Your hair is in danger of being tucked behind your ear
My lips ache to violate your own
Your body which is mine by association
Yet all together foreign seems to beg to be trespassed

Your eyes open
Reading books behind my own
As the inspiration of your breath writes them

My heart calms
My eyes had been closed all along
To open them

To find my heart as empty
My heart as dark
My heart as cold
As deep space

To find it full of similar
Abilities to combust with creation
Yearnings to offer infinite beauties
Available to anyone who would just look
This is written on October 13, 2009.
Catherine Paige Aug 2011
i set you free like a good heart should
but you just run to be trapped in someone else
your hand on her back
your steps in time with hers

all i wanted was to share everything with you
ad though you say you want the same
you constantly run away
making these thoughts feel forbidden

when you're in time with her
my name is never on your lips
i just hope that my love still resides in your mind
somewhere hidden from the rest

that when your loyalty isn't the question of heart
that it belongs to mine
that when none of their hearts beckon your name
that you return to mine
Written on May 27, 2011
Catherine Paige Jun 2010
I need someone who can see my broken mask
Who can see the rips and tears and love my vices
Fill these crevices with a magic cure-all

Something that perhaps isn't natural
Something that definately isn't mine
All these parts of me expand and collapse
I'm left broken and yet whole

I am multiples that are whole
I am many trapped within the one

Parts of us hide away in the bottoms of wells
Parts of us play stories that the world wishes us to tell
Because not only would I be to heavy for them to carry
I am to fragile for anyone to see

The weight of a glance is like the fist of man
Instead of pain and bruises
It's humilation and revelation
Each and every rouse layed upon the table
Each little miss represented fact shown as fable

I would be left to face the monster that I am
I already know that the mirror image is not what I long to be
I am a mermaid longing for land
I am a free girl wishing to be trapped

I am everything that I don't want to have
I want someone to wisk it away
I need a captor and a prince
This was written on December 14, 2009.
Catherine Paige Aug 2011
the way you make me brave
but yet we're never brave enough
always dancing around the fire
ignited between the two of us

we found three words to replace
the three words we can't yet say
but that embodies the dull ache
that lingers because of our distance

currently content with what we are
though we confide the want of more
the ability to hold and be held
to make new and outshine the old

though our time is nigh
it isn't in the nearest future's nights
so we sit and sigh, lean and lie
waiting for flames to reach new heights
Written May 19, 2011
Catherine Paige Oct 2010
guess i don’t know you
at least not in the ways they all claim to
remember I always understand you
on a level none of them even want to

not to say you’re special
this isn’t about you and yours
but my mind and how I recall
how I perceive not the raw object yet to be seen

eyes cut to your core
your lies were believed but never unseen
compulsively lying about what’s inside
I feel and felt your truths had no place with me

feeling the need to soothe your aches
turn around aching to cause them
this is the price if making you stay
near me but never as mine
This was written on October 15, 2010.
Catherine Paige Jun 2010
Walking along an empty street
I'm with you, you're with me
Your jacket keeps me warm
My hand keeps you near

When it's quiet
When we are just on our own
I can feel you there even when I'm awake
Your smile is a fire that keeps me calm
You breath is a lullaby and I can sing along
You touch is beacon and I'm searching

It's when the people come near
It's when the crowds set in
I notice how unnoticed you are
You aren't real

I'm suffocating, there's no air
There's no way for me to be okay
I need to sleep, I need to dream
I need to see you again

Then a reverie washes over me like a tidal wave
You whisper that this is okay
They'd think I was lost, crazy, absurd
You understand, you help me cope
You're how I make it through
You remind me to think
You remind me to breathe

It's when my strongest part falls to pieces
It's when she can't stand to take the beatings
That's when you show up
That's when I can come clean

Someday maybe you'll fade
Just not today
Let me sleep a little longer
Let me dream until this is over
This was written on December 16, 2009.
Title inspired by the song Born In The Wrong Body.
Catherine Paige May 2010
I'm happy to hurt you
with violence that I mean
I promise the pain
is not what I intend

I'm just a little unhinged
in all the worst ways
my doors are wide open

My windows are shattered
I can't control these drafts of thought
as they flow in
as they flow out

I wanna pull us down
make it so you could never leave me
so that you never could

Why would I ever let you go
around you I am finally myself
maybe i should become someone else

I want to change
but I won't
I really want to believe
but I just can't
I want to love you like I should
but I'm broken
This was written on September 12, 2009.
Catherine Paige Jun 2010
Our noses touch
Our lips are desperately close
In unison we whisper sweet nothings
In unison we shout bitter somethings

As my breath fogs her reflection
As my skin leaves marks on her reflection
I realize the reason I can't love another
Too wrapped up in her

Can't decide whether to embrace her
Keep trying to find out a way to strangle her
Wishing I could step through the mirror
Maybe coexist, maybe trade

She's the voice in my head
She's the biggest demon I can never cage
This was written on January 3, 2010.
Catherine Paige May 2010
Drifting chalk outlines
They follow me
Reminders of where you aren’t

You aren’t lounging on my couch
You aren’t wasting your time with me
You aren’t dreaming your dreams
Against my pillow at night and into the morning

Crime scene tape around my heart
The love police come and ask
“What is missing?”
All I can say is
“He took it all…”

Your eyes aren’t here
I cannot drown in them
Your hands aren’t here
I cannot hold them
Your lips aren’t here
I cannot taste the secrets
That surely lay upon them

Secrets of life
Secrets trust, pain and love
Could you have left those behind
When you made off with your perfect crime
Not even a fingerprint to find you by
This was written on April 26, 2009.
Catherine Paige May 2010
Turn the handle
Rudimentary
Still I respond this way

Stutter of water
Fear the sound
I respond this way

Water in drops
Water in streams
All I want to do is scream

Close my eyes
Down my back and up my spine
Fearing the water
Fear in the water

Remembering takes me there
Help me, don’t dare…
Help me, don’t dare…

Remembering this place
Fearing his actions
Cleanliness is violation

Bend the story
Lie to myself
I know the problem
I can’t fix it by myself

Can’t speak…
Brought shame…
Feel pain…
I fear…

Can not touch a man
Can not be near you
Can not open how I feel
Can not un-bottle emotions
Can not let you in
Can not let them know

Memories
Break me down
I’ll build me up

Traumatized
Beat me up
I’ll get stronger
I’ll stitch the wound

Learn to forgive
Make me forget

Look at what you’ve done.
This was written December 26, 2009.
Very raw and unedited.
Catherine Paige May 2010
I attack myself.
Wanting to hold onto you,
Loving that I see you you everywhere.
Hating this dependency,
Disgusted by what is now roaming free in my mind and soul.

These thoughts of having hurt,
These thoughts of causing hurt.
Most of all I fear the need for hurt.

I am so desperate for water.
There are springs overflowing with life,
Rivers running rapid with love.
Still I travel painfully into a desert to seek water from a cactus.

Bleeding with every attempt,
Thorns left beneath my skin.
Once I break through for the small drops of water there,
I find that they were never meant for me.

I deserve to splash in the water,
Swim in the ocean,
Dance in the rain.

I deserve life and love,
Honesty and trust.

How is it that pain can out way pleasure?
That hurt can out way love?
That cacti can out way the water of life?
This was written on February 3, 2009.
Catherine Paige May 2010
Sing me to sleep
With gentle soul inspired lullabies
With warm phrases that sound like your smile

Beautiful and inextinguishable
Even if I can't hear your voice
I'll feel the breathy ghosts of your words
Against my skin
A soothing reminder that you are still here
When I close my eyes

Sometimes it feels like this life fades away
When I close my eyes
Just like the illusions fade away when I wake

How can you be sure
Can I be sure
Which reality is a dream
Which one lulls me to sleep
Which one beckons for me to awake

Your breathy lullabies contradict it all
Because when I awake I'm in a dream
One in which I never want to wake
Because when I dream I only want to wake
To find you humming lazy perfections
Full of lukewarm undecided inhibitions
And love
This was written on October 5, 2009.
I wrote this in the middle of psychology class, I did some good musing in that class.
Catherine Paige May 2010
This is why I'm up this late
This is why I wait

Connections that can only be made
After the sun sets
Before the sun can rise

While the sky is a pink blackish orange
I will reminisce about music
I will lament about hugs and whispers
I will wish for the roots I had before I had change

You will laugh
You will inspire wonder
You will wish for change while you still have roots
While the sky is a pink blackish orange
This was written on October 6, 2009.
Catherine Paige May 2010
Calming myself before bed
Quieting the voices in my head

All the pieces of myself screaming
Until they blend from the harsh black and white
Into a acceptable shade of grey

A silent color that gives me relief
A confusing color that bring me uncertainty
This was written on February 25, 2009.
Catherine Paige Aug 2011
moon scars in my right hand
your royalty in my left
even when you're gone
it feels like you never left

moon scars in my right hand
your hand in mine
even though you've gone
it's like you're with me all the time
Written May 30, 2011
Catherine Paige Jun 2010
Let me take your hand
Put yours on the small of my back
I will lead you through the steps
Let me show you how to dance

My music can move your bones
Move with me, move with me

I want you to have it all
I just want you to share it with me
My head rests on your shoulder
Your eyes still on another

My rhythm can heal you soul
Move with me, move with me

I know your reasons
Even when you don't
A broken mind of child
In the charming hands of man

This dance floor is ours
If you could just move with me, move with me
This was written on June 6, 2010.
Catherine Paige May 2010
It doesn't hurt, this pain of mine
It feels fine, the ache of walking the line

Scars and fresh wounds, mark temptations indulged
My feet still soft, I haven't been walking long

The curse that I bare is nothing compared
To the the pain I could share
If I were to remain anything but alone

This enduring and dull ache
This constant stabbing in my bones
This constant acidic bur in my veins

How could I give that away?
How could I put that on anyone's shoulders other than my own?

To let this goblet of poison spill into you life
To let it become a river that floods the path you walk

How could I love you and then hurt you like that?
How could I look at you knowing that I'm no better than my past?

So I walk alone, letting temptation wash over me
In the form shackled comfort, a reminder of why I must stay
This was written on October 28, 2009.
Catherine Paige Jun 2010
The power in your footsteps
I have this sense of greed
Passion and lust
It's like nature at my feet

I want to rip it from your soul
Darling dearest, let me live inside your skin
Crawling in there
Living in your windows
Pulling on your strings

You're the X on the map
I ache to burn the paper
You're the treasure in the chest
I've long had you spent
You're a beautiful haunting in the shadow of my heart
Until I'm looking
Then you're just heart break without a reality

I can only have you
If you never exist
I can only love you
If you never let me touch you

Like watching the sky weep
You are nature at my feet
This was written on May 6, 2010.
Catherine Paige May 2010
Not as perfect as first thought
Effects still producing affection
Still drawn as moth to flame
Still glad to feel without shame

Touching your hand was electricity
Haven't thought straight since
Buzzing synapse to synapse
Still made of electric fire

I know that you're wrong for me right now
I'll stick around with patience for tomorrow
The one whose always taking your bait
Though remaining the one you never catch

I cannot truly express my gratitude
You've shown me a side of myself
Now I can see the full reflection
Instead of staring into a broken mirror

Happiness that's never fleeting
Always able to smile
As long as I can remember
How you make me look at life

I will wait at home
Wait for you to live your lessons
When you learn to get along
We'll learn to get along
This was written on January 5. 2009.
Catherine Paige May 2010
Sometimes I start to shake
For no reason, no reasons
Sometimes I want to scream
For no reason, no reasons

Always I want the hands that hurt me
For some reason, some reason
Everyday I wish she would take over
For this reason, for these reasons
This was written on October 25, 2009.
Catherine Paige May 2010
Their hearts will break
Their skin and bones will break
Their hearts will grow fonder
Their skin and bones will heal

Their minds are yet more fragile
What happens in youth may pass
What is learned in youth may be forgotten

What is is hurt in youth may never forget
The pain of the memory of the wound
The scars they gain will never fade
Will always remain as permanent
Forget-me-not reminders

Love them while you can
Never raise a harmful hand
Show them how to change the world

How to rise above
How to stand up

To stand up tall
To stand up tall

Because their hearts will break
Their skin and bones will break
Their hearts will grow ever more fond
Their skin and bones will heal the world of sorrow

Yet still the mind is more fragile
This was written on October 12, 2009.
Catherine Paige May 2010
She thinks you light up the sun.
You think she turned on the stars.

She adds beauty to life already grand.
You make her happy in a way she hasn’t been.

She’ll be loyal.
She’ll be loving.
She is broken.
She is learning.

You’ll be funny.
You’ll be musical.
You are different.
You are needed.

She is…
You are…

In love.
This was written in 2006.
Catherine Paige May 2010
You're on all their lips
Dancing like fire
All their lips but mine

Haven't seen you in a month
Haven't gone a day without missing you

I sure as hell don't love you
I don't even think I like you
I miss you though

I hate hearing about you second hand
I don't even get to know you anymore?
How does that even seem fair?

I have a right to know you
At least I feel like I do
And really, shouldn't that be enough?
This was written on February 26, 2009.
Catherine Paige Apr 2011
i’m not going to make you stop saying
i love you
just don’t attack
when you don’t get one back

its just that he is closer
than you ever will be
even when your distance
becomes his distance

it’s his gravity
that continues to **** me
but you can hold my hand
through this crash landing

you see he is this thing
like a mirror i see myself
that’s enough to make me follow
it would be enough to make me

returning to the point
he is the shine that caught
the magpie of my heart
only to another is my love a form of art

for him i come easy as a breath
isn't this obvious
please take me serious
like a funeral for a death

to the end i will have appreciated your heart
it built me up when i felt so alone
but if you excuse me, please excuse me
you are just a stepping stone
Written on February 26, 2011
Catherine Paige May 2010
The cup does not run over
The cup instead pours out
The cup lies on the table of this world

Brittle and shamelessly broken
Too many leaks to fill up again
Left to remain an arid shell

Once there was such an abundance
Manna was an enduring factor of life
Fueled by the health of the spiritual soul

If spiritual health induces the wellspring of the cup
Is it any wonder that there is nothing to overflow
Let alone anything left to pour

We've forgotten to look with open eyes
Forgotten to dance with mysterious imagination
Forgotten that we were once alive before we were mechanical

The cup remains damaged beyond repair
We must learn to bring up manna from within
To allow our own hearts to be the cup which overflows

Learn to love only that which can return love
Learn to respond with the heart of a child
Learn to constantly reflect with the wisdom of an elder

We must become one with what we are from
We must be aware of where we are
We must be all that we have forgotten and thrown away
This was written on November 4, 2009.
Has a lot to do with matriarchy.patriarchy.
Catherine Paige May 2010
I need another fire
Something larger than my own
Something more distracting

I'm waiting to find a second fire that doesn't burn
A fire that consumes but does no harm
I've found one but he's heaven bound
Give me flame in the flesh
Give me something tangable to cling to

Give me something to count on
Something that I can smile about genuinely
Something consistant and true

I need a solid rock
I need humanity and hope
Another half the strengthen who I am
Someone who knows and understands

Who listens but doesn't sympathize
Who won't take advantage even though I'd let him
Who cares but doesn't sugar coat
Who enjoys life and all it brings

I'm hoping to find him soon
Sometimes I think he's already here
I'm ready and waiting

The broken road I'm on
Is worth every stumble and scraped knee
If when I'm done you are the blessing I find
This was written on June 14, 2009.
Catherine Paige May 2010
Easily tempted when tired
All the things that tick and spin within
Begin to motivate more than they should
Begin to surface and control more than I should allow

All the lust
For a flesh not my own
All the hunger for another

All the urges
To fight against anything
That isn't an internal demon
All the rage

I need to wake up
I feel the need to shake things up
In the unhealthiest of ways

As my cups are drained
Emotionally and spiritually
Physically and mentally

I feel the warmth of a hand
I feel the craving for a hand
I know better than to accept its touch
I know I should be repulsed

I feel fire burning in my skin
I hear an internally primal chant
"Fight her, fight him, fight them all..."

I can feel what must be an aching
To hear them brake under my hands
To see them crumple in the wake of my capabilities
This was written on September 30, 2009.
Catherine Paige May 2010
The monster inside me is ever alive
Chancing to come out and play
Ever prepared to play with sin
Ever prepared to win

Cages and screams
Hopes and dreams of better days
Music brings out my emotions
In fits of thought I am never safe

Eyes blurred with its haze
No longer myself
The girl you see now something darker
Perfectly tempting and dangerous

Only visible in the mischievous glint of the eye
The smirk of a killer becoming too effortless
Begging for someone to save me
Screaming to have control

It loathes your effect on me
You spark one dead flames
Making me want to change
Feeling its presence less around you

It hates that you can't see it within me
Your habit to only see the good
Your inability to catch me on a bad day
Manipulate diffused at your feet

I crave to be near you
Yearn for the wide eyed way I feel
The way the sun set high
The way the shadows grow short

Satisfied with what I already have
Any vicinity will satisfy my heart
Feeling this way is the worth
Showing my demons defeat
This was written January 3, 2009.
Catherine Paige May 2010
I have this tingling up my spine
This voice that pleads at me daily
This nagging that won't subside

I hurt myself
Saving you from a hell you created
I'd rather hurt you
Showing you what you deserve

I've made a beast out of myself
Caging things to enjoy the craving
Giving into one sin to make another subside

My hypocrisy sickens me
Yet I revel in it like a fine wine
In the fact that I can do this to myself
In the fact that this can be done to me
In the fact that I hide it so well that no one ever has a clue

I feel myself cracking down the center
Only half of myself can stand to hold back anymore
Only half of me is becoming smaller
Becoming nonexistent and loving it

Our contact is less
Making these voices rush on me like waves
Your face brings the images
Your voice brings the motive
Your actions bring the pain

You are the cactus I cling to
You are the thorn beneath my skin
You are the wound that I let fester
You are the cancer spreading within
This was written on February 17, 2009.
Catherine Paige May 2010
Two sides of me at war.
I'm trying to save you.
I'm trying to harm you.
All with one body, all with one mind.

The girl you saved still clings
To what she imagined of you.
The smiles and the laughter.
The jokes and the rings.
The rise and fall of your breath,

The girl you unlocked still fights,
She needs revenge.
She was happy with her pretty cage.
Happy to tear at the nice girl,
Happy to destroy her from within.
You forced her to surface,
Forced her to be seen and heard.

With every false assumption,
You sink further into her grasp.
With every lie and every betrayal,
You become increasingly harder to save.

When will you confess?
When will you learn to ask?
When will you change?

I will wait.
If there's anything left,
I'll be there to collect it.
There like you never were.
There like you never wanted to be.
There like I wish you would've been.
The like I know you could have been.
This was written on January 19, 2009.
Catherine Paige May 2010
You've woken something inside of me
This time I cannot smile
You've unlocked the door to all that I have suppressed
Two years I'd done it
Passing with a smile

Now screams become external
Twitches are visible
Instability is more than mental

My muscles ache
My appetite nonexistent
I jump at the slightest thing
My body is always chilled

I still want to be yours
All this pain isn't enough to keep me away
I still want to hurt you
The guilt has disappeared

It's all the wrong things
That make you seem so right
The fact that you'll hurt me
Makes me willing

You say you know
You have no idea
The deep end of my darkness
It has found you
Rather you have found it and are taking a swim
Careful, these are dangerous waters
I'd just hate to see you drown
This was written on January 19, 2009.
Very raw and unedited.
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