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Jun 2014 · 494
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Kahla Mercadante Jun 2014
"He had eyes that could sink a ship, ones you could drown in. And I guess I did.
How easy it was for kissing him to become a suicide mission. I held my breath, and sunk into his skin."
-Kahla Mercadante
Jun 2014 · 1.0k
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Kahla Mercadante Jun 2014
"My mother warned me about smoking cigarettes, so I never put a cancer stick between my teeth. But she forgot to mention the boys with dark eyes and smiles that make you weak in the knees. The funny thing about addiction is you don't know you're hooked until it leaves. It's been three years. But how can I move on when there are still traces of you in my lungs, leaving no room for me to breathe?"
-Kahla Mercadante
Jun 2014 · 616
Loving you is home.
Kahla Mercadante Jun 2014
"I've always been the type of person who left too soon. Whose feet are tied to antique cars and motorboats and children's bicycles. Never satisfied with the place I was in. Always wanting something more, to be somewhere new. But I fell in love with the world in you: the oceans in your eyes, the skylines in your chest, and for once, there is no place else I'd rather be than right here in your arms."
-Kahla Mercadante
Kahla Mercadante Jun 2014
Each time I feel the words "I love you" slithering on my tongue, like a rattlesnake waiting to strike, I get the urge to flea. Run off into the sunset without leaving you with a proper goodbye. No note on your door, just a Swiss amry knife. The remains of me cutting our ties to push you out of harms way. I am a condemned house; Rotting from the inside out, and I don't want you to make a home inside of me. My walls will cave in, destroying us both in the end. So prove to me, you still know how to build a tent. I am afraid my broken pieces are to much for you to handle. I don't want to hurt you in the process of hurting myself because you are trying your hardest to hold me together. Your hands aren't strong and your palms aren't calloused, you are tender. You are bare feet in fresh soil. You are pure. You are a cool glass of lemonade. You are fragile. You are the burnt orange leaves on a windy autumn day. I am not worth the shards of glass in your veins. You told me you have a scar on your right knee from when your mother smashed a picture frame, and another on the upper corner of your cheek from when your father threw a beer bottle at your face. I have always wanted to own a piece of the sky but I can't let myself be a part of the constellation of marks left on your body from pain. You were a Boy Scout who's first badge earned was for being fearless, but for you that word and the word foolish are one in the same.
-Kahla Mercadante
May 2014 · 1.0k
Let the flood gates down
Kahla Mercadante May 2014
I know I'm clingy, I latch on like a starfish, but at least I'm not a stingray, I won't strike when you least expect it, my only motive is to love you and it's the farthest thing from hidden. Maybe that's the problem. I tried to be a little more quite, shelter my thoughts so you wouldn't take off running but what I need from you is a roof over my head, cause I can't provoide it for myself when my words are protecting you like an umbrella during a rain storm. I've always loved you in waves and lately everyday has been a hurricane. But as I bite my tongue I find that my heart is cracking like the ground severs in the middle of a drought. I can not swim against the current and you are uncertain, and unsteady like the Nile River. Eighty percent of our bodies are made up of water, it's about time you let the flood gates down and opened your mouth.
-Kahla Mercadante
May 2014 · 1.0k
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Kahla Mercadante May 2014
I thought everything sounded better on vinyl until I heard you say my name.
-Kahla Mercadante
May 2014 · 736
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Kahla Mercadante May 2014
"Before you left you slammed me up against a wall, ripped open my chest and laid a broken record on my heart. Now my insides only play the same **** tune, screaming at me "he never loved you."
-Kahla Mercadante

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