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Kay Meraz May 2014
he layed there, another night,
alone again.
"you're intriguing, I want to taste your mind"
I listened to him;
from far away I could see him.    
that pale face, so serious with those gentle eyes.
I wanted to see myself in those eyes, and to feel like he was only looking at me.
it was dangerous.
           it was selfish.
it was wrong.          
but **** why did it feel so fucken               good?        
and i said to him-
"I'm poison, the world just doesn't know, **** I don't even know how poisonous I am-
come try me."
F.R.S. Inspiration.
Kay Meraz May 2014
they were the different kind.

every time I saw one, i wanted to see how it felt like... to be lust.

how did it feel when he pressed his hands against my chest?

was is different?
or
did it make you feel worse?      
It was almost always, the latter.

Still I wandered off in my mind, and i let it take me places,  
that would make you question my sanity.

was it real when the warmth of his lips thawed my cold heart?

It got exhausting, for my mind only went so far.
I forgot why.
and.
I'm sorry,
what was the
question again?
F.R.S inspired me.
Kay Meraz Feb 2013
I want so much to not want you.
It's safe to say I'm addicted to you.
A stranger, that I need to withdraw from.
But I'm a ****** and I need my fix.
You're in short supply, I try the other drugs and baby they don't gimme the rush you do.
I wake up wanting a hit, go to bed with the sweats.
I lean my head back and drink you, and feel you going down my throat, with tears in my eyes.
Lay back down, high as ******* you.
Kay Meraz Nov 2012
6 years killing me softly,
With every breath you take,
into my ear.
Whispering sweet nothings,
Just to watch me melt for you.

Hold me close
For my heart races,
And my legs quiver,  
Then we hold on to each others faces.

And in this very moment,
This moment in time, which feels like
God has slowed down just for our blissful pleasure,
I open my eyes, to make sure this isn't another one of those dreams,
Where you leave me behind in white.

You turn me around,
kiss my shoulders,
Run your fingers through my hair,
While the other hand is holding mine,

And you ask me,
will you love me like this for ever?

As I went down,
I looked up at you and said,
*"Let me love you like this today, nobody's promised for ever"
Kay Meraz Sep 2012
why wont you read my art?
it's not always about you, is that why?
you know i'm some-what worthy,
yet you don't read my art?
all the letters I've wrote to you,
                                                    all of
                                                                ­   them like
                                                            ­                         this
you nod, sneer, and you ignore my art.
AH but-
to ignore my art, is to ignore my heart.

are you afraid to look into my past,
my lusts, my introspection? is that why you don't read my art?
but if it were a painting would you ignore my art then?

is it that
MY
       WORDS
                       ARE
                                 TOO
                                         BIG
                                                       FOR
                                                                ­YOU?

*but i can write really
little
if that'll make you read my art.
Kay Meraz Sep 2012
in my city, my pretty pretty city,
People lock their doors driving through my pretty pretty city.
in my city, my pretty pretty city,
Dogs are the kings in my pretty pretty city.
in my city, my pretty pretty city,
Harlots bargain with panderers in my pretty pretty city.
in my city, my pretty pretty city,
Felons avoid the police by hiding in schools, in my pretty pretty city.
in my city, my pretty pretty city,
Eye contact is discouraged, in my pretty pretty city.
in my city, my pretty pretty city,
Walking alone can be the biggest mistake you ever made, in my pretty pretty city.
Oh-
but in my city, my pretty pretty city,
the sea sends you salty, sandy kisses, in my pretty pretty city.
Oh-
and in my city, my pretty pretty city,
the railroad tracks take you to Zion from my pretty pretty city.
Oh-
in my city, my pretty pretty city
i have left behind my blood and promises to return.
Oh-
my city, in my pretty pretty city,
hearts break, while others mend,
tears fall, while smiles are conceived,
hate roams, while lovers love,
fear attacks, while fortitude prevails,
Oh-
my city, my pretty pretty city,
that's where i belong.
33°56′30″N 118°14′30″W coordinates to my heart.
Kay Meraz Sep 2012
i walked into the classroom,
you were checking in,
i noticed you, right away.
i liked you,
though i had never seen you before.
i wanted to know you,
your secrets,
your needs,
your fetishes,
your past,
your ominous future with out me.
In one hour i felt your energy around mine,
then you got up and left,
left my sight,
left my mind,
left your scent,
left your soul in that room with me.
something i wrote down, but haven'finished
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