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 Jun 2014
Kat Phifer
There are gonna be times in your life where you just need to be alone.
You just need to cry it out.
There will be times when you just need a hug.
There will be times when you feel like it’s over.
There will be times when you have so much going on that you break down.
There are gonna be times when you want to end it all.
But.
It will get better.
There will also be times when you feel like you could fly.
Times when you realize how great life is.
You’re probably thinking: No, she’s not talking to me.
Well I am.
You will be happy.
Just stay strong.
 Jun 2014
Kat Phifer
The wind in her hair
The soft touch of the short weeds
The feeling of peace in the air
I had to let go

The want, the need
For her, for me
Emotions, impossible to read
I had to let go

There was something
Some small string
Holding me to her
But I had to let go

I had to let go
Of that soft skin
Her cold hands
Her warm heart

The wind in her hair
The soft kiss on my cheek
The feeling of love in the air
I hate to let go.
 Jun 2014
Kat Phifer
The weeds tickled and wrapped their arms around her
with promises of the passing of springtime
The warm rays of the trademark of summer kissed her nose
which breathed in the smell of the creeping thyme
The blossoming flowers brought hope of new life
She let herself sink into the lemonade and the cherry ice cream
She let herself sink into the amber color of his hair

As the creeping thyme stopped, the time started creeping
The autumn winds threw leaves from their homes
and hair from behind her reddening ears
With each drop of summer melting and running with the wind
his promises seemed to be raked away, pile after pile
She let herself sink into the mauve walls and the burning fireplace
She let herself sink into the daydreams and broken hope

The lackluster winter brought cold and fear
With every snowflake, his anger drew nearer
The picture of perfect was stained with the blood
of a child unborn who spoke lessons to her from somewhere far away
The snow piled up and there was no hope for escape
She let herself sink into the hot chocolate and cold wind
She let herself sink into the dreaded sound of his footsteps

The spring, back in all its glory, brought nothing but rain
The garden was flooded and the rose bushes only stung
She listened to birds as they chirped signs of danger
He swallowed her whole in all of his anger
She let herself sink into the dead flowers and hurricanes
She let herself sink into him
She never should have let herself sink into him
 Jun 2014
Kat Phifer
The problem is: I love you.

— The End —