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kaitlyn Jan 2023
Even though you are no longer here,
I am occasionally reminded of you.
I hesitate for a second,
a part of me wonders if these reminders are some sort of sign,
a sign that you are somewhere
also thinking of me in this exact moment.
The thought tends to leave my mind just as fast as it enters it.
Maybe they are a sign
that you are becoming
a second thought.
kaitlyn Nov 2022
I cannot avoid seeing them
I look at the person and I wonder who they are
Who am I looking at?
It is such a familiar face yet I can seem to recognize who it is
Do I know you?
I want to know who you are
04/11
kaitlyn Jul 2019
Life is made out to be something so beautiful and precious.
But what happens when a human begins to wake up everyday and doesn't see it that way.
All they want is to let go and find somewhere else to be.
They'd do anything to be anywhere but here.
"They will never truly see our world as what God set it out to be."
How can you deem something around you beautiful when all you want to do is leave it?
Life is what you make it,
Not what someone else tells you it should be.
7/22/19
11:39pm
kaitlyn Jul 2019
I thought I knew you
Now you are nothing but my perception
Did you really mean what you said to me last night?
I used to be able to see it in your eyes,
I can't anymore
I thought maybe I knew you again for a second,
but I don't know you
I never knew you
18/7/19
  Jun 2019 kaitlyn
scully
I want to write about what hurts because I think it will
Stop me from hurting. If I put these words on
A page then they will be easier to digest.
Poetry isn't curative by creation, it is
Just confession. Still, these remedial
Lines are what I turn to when I am holding
Too much in my hands. Right now, I feel
Like I am overflowing onto the ground below me.
For the first time,
I don't want to write about what hurts. I want
To keep it inside of me and let it burn me. I want
To carry it in my palms for as long as I can.
I should write
About how we've said goodbye so
Many times that it turned into a threat, a weapon
We made with our tongues.
I should write
About how I lied and got away with it,
How you got caught with
Your hands tied and no one to blame.
I should write
About how it was over before we waved the white
Flag, and I know what it means now
To hold onto a sinking ship.
I've never had anything to die for.
I should write about how I've never wanted
Something so much that I devastated it completely.
We loved in harsh conditions, under sun and darkness and
I don't know how to write about how
The love didn't save us.
I don't write about letting go as much as I write about
Holding on, and I want
That to change.
I don't want to write hurt just to feel it.
The next poem I write about you will be
About me. About how I held on and how I let go.
It won't be about your love, it will be about
Mine. It won't stop me from hurting, but
It is how I make it out
Of my love alive.
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