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What does it mean to love someone or something
How does one person become everything
Place it over yourself making it your first priority
Everything else arranged around them, orbiting
This thing you hold oh so close to your heart
Something you believe from you couldn't be torn apart
Yet what do we love is what I shall ask
Can't these symptoms be for a person or a whiskey filled flask
So bad for you, yet too **** good to resist
Why resist the urge to take just one more hit
Oh yes he could break my heart into tiny bits
But the ride would be oh so worth it
Yes I know crack kills but what a happy death
To feel this good all the time I'll sacrifice my health
Does it matter your addiction or what you love
To worship and unseen God from up above
To say I can't get enough and truly mean this
Is the essence of all that addiction/love really is
This love, this addiction is human nature at its finest
a body.
a boy.
a bottle
a bed.
a loss.

a boy.
a bottle.
the bed.
my body

a loss.
 Feb 2014 Kaitlyn Marie
Amanda
Never have I felt so acutely
a l o n e.
How can such an   empty, empty   feeling swallow every little bit of me?

As I stare at the ceiling, darkness blurs and dips into the spaces of my vision.
I can barely make out the corners of where each wall connects to each other.

Inevitably, I wander how something so seemingly vast and big can come to an end; closure.

A limit.

I feel so very small.

How about me?

I feel very lost indeed.
It's sunny outside but I feel very blue and grey.
I guess it's just one of those days, hey?

Have a lovely, lovely week, wonderful readers and people alike!

x
 Feb 2014 Kaitlyn Marie
Amanda
I am left with scraped knees,
fingertips that spent their days counting the ones they would be able to meet yours.

Raw, bruised, red lips from all those unspoken wishes that lulls those tired eyelids to sleep.

A heart full of love to kiss, dance, tickle you with.

Eyelashes with tears edging the corners.

Swallow that inexplicable sense of speechlessness.

Save those for undeniable sweet things on sunshine-kissed days.

I'll be okay.

Will be okay.

I love you & that is ok-ay.
GOODNESS, that is cheesy.
The title is most definitely a reference to The Fault In Our Stars. ;)
I hope you enjoyed this!
P.S How about a double update on this Saturday night, hm?
x
 Feb 2014 Kaitlyn Marie
Fox
My dues are yet to be paid
My dark side has yet to fade
Waiting for a life of bliss
till then my suffering should suffice .

What is a life of bliss you may ask
for it is when i am able to live without a mask
and when my life changes from what it is
till then my suffering should suffice .
I got my ears plugged
Eyes tight
And
Lips shut
Reluctantly refusing
Self alluring truth
Profusely inviting
Petty captivating lies
Reinventing exits
To build refuges
Soothing fugitives
Before the hurricane rise
Are we daydreaming
When the sun's ray shines
Or are we relieving
Among the moon night sky
Promises burying hatchet
Imparting forgotten hatred
Cycling seems to be reversed
Rewinding lost tapes reserve
All this delusions inverse
Contrary motions now swerves
Hallucinating angles preserved
For I shall ink no further
The truth of this lies tethered
As this true blue love leaves
Incepting my stray mind free

©2014 Maman Screams
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