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Kara Goss May 2013
Love isn't love anymore
love is just hate masked in a pretty face and the name babe.

Love isn't love anymore
love is just hate portrayed in a game where winning and losing are the same.

Love isn't love anymore
love is just hate spelled with a different four letters, and it's much more cliche.

Love isn't love anymore
love is just hate misused with mistrust
so how can anyone feel at home when you say that you're in love?
Kara Goss May 2013
I'm freaking out.
I'm scared, of losing you.
You aren't responding, and I can't tell why,
So I apologize to my eyes,
For all the tears that they're about to cry.
Kara Goss Apr 2013
I view the seat across from me
With eager eyes and open heart

I view the seat across from me
With willing ears spread far apart

I view the seat across from me
Still and untouched

I view the seat across from me
Empty and in need of love
Kara Goss Mar 2013
I like you because you make me angry.
I like you because you make me joyful.
I like you because you make me sad.
I like you because you make me happy.
I like you because you make me cry.
I like you because you make me smile.
I like you because you make me disappointed.
I like you because you make me proud.

I like you because you make me **alive.
After a long day or two of overthinking, and quote reading. Here I am. With this.
Kara Goss Mar 2013
Worries before sleep
Obsession upon waking
Is that what love is?

Suicidal thoughts of thoughts
Headaches from wonders
Is that what love is?

Emotions so powerful they can only be expressed by physical pains
Physical pains so powerful they can only be subdued by emotions
Is that what love is?

Smiles immediately after tears
Anger immediately after joy
Is that what love?

The subject of movies, poems, and books
A taboo unknown but often heard of
Is that what love is?

If so, then the most beautiful contradiction in life is so simple it is complex.
Kara Goss Mar 2013
Me
I'm

"the yin, the dishonesty, the wilted flower, the missed bus, the south pole, the depressive, the bad, the foul, the sinner, the mad, the spoiled and spilled milk, the F on your final paper, the nightmare, the rain, sleet, snow, thunder, and lightning."

You
You're

"the yang, the truth, the full bloom of spring, the early bird, the north pole, the manic, the good, the superior, the saint, the sane, the right amount of sweet in your cereal, the A+ when you least expected it, the daydream, the bright, beautiful, sunny, with a cool breeze day."

They say we mesh well, that we need the one to appreciate the other, that without me; there would be no you.

And so I put the bullet in the chamber, not knowing whether to bite it, or to save it for the rain, sleet, snow, thunder, and lightning.
3rd poem in 2 weeks about the same person, yet this one is the opposite end of the spectrum...
Kara Goss Mar 2013
overage of senses
scents and repentance
ego tripping, boosting and a love simple like friendship.

a paramount attraction
lust and pride in equal fractions
the type to make you think lest you display the mind's reaction.

baby steps on wide sets
of stairs that lead to monumental ***
have made you make me write this text.

as I catch glances
you increase your second chances
a rose is a rose is a rose, but for those who know,
it just don't sum up our romances.
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