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KAT COLE Feb 2015
In silence we sit, waiting for the first word.
How did it ever get this bad?
You remind me of reality.
A reality I never want to be a part of.
Something I don't even know of.
This normalcy you speak of, you crave so deeply in your bones.
Your body aches from desire.
My heart races for compassion.
How do you live like this?
Two separate lives that no one could ever understand, yet our blood the same.
Empty words.
Silent voices.
You'll try but you won't get me this time.
KAT COLE Feb 2015
I want to know just how you think.
How you function.
What makes your smile so big it's as if it will never fall.
The corners of your lips turn up so high.
I want to feel you in such a way that I can experience all of your hurts and all of your joys.
What would that be like.
How are you in the silence?
To know another soul so deeply.
So deeply that secrets don't exist and shame isn't present.
To know every dark corner of that mind.
What's it like?
KAT COLE Feb 2015
I hesitate to let the bottom of my foot hit this dusty ground.
Every step is blind with no map or direction.
But it's grace that is undeniable and love that is unstoppable.
Onward you whisper, go.
No matter if I'm empty, sinking, or half dead, your hand remains so gentle on the small of my back.
KAT COLE Feb 2015
How beautiful you sit.
Returning every night to a love that is unending.
The consistency of your visit is the very reason I live.
The light in the blackness.
The guide to my path.
How gracious and patient you sit only to be recognized for just a moment.
You're a gentleman, Mr. Moon.
KAT COLE Feb 2015
Some days suffocating seems easier than breathing.
On those days I can feel the tingle in my toes.
The nots in my stomach.
The ache in my muscles.
The tension in my fist.
I can feel it all.

From the top of my head to the bottom of my feet I ache. Ache for you, for your small whisper. The words that melt me like a candle stick.
Drip by drip I fall.

But just as quickly, my waxy lips learn to breathe again.
KAT COLE Feb 2015
"I'm not trying to scare you because I'm scared too"
Squeezing my hands so tightly while dragging me through the cement.
You chant, "Come on now. You can do it."
By this time my road rash has met my brittle bones.
You chant, "Just stop thinking about it" as these tears turn to acid.
I can feel the gravel peeling my skin away.
& you chant, "just get past it" and the ache turns numb. I feel nothing.
"I'm not trying to scare you because I'm scared too."
KAT COLE Feb 2015
This isn't easy.
Feeling isn't something familiar to me, yet I'm standing in the center of a broken dam.
Water rushing over me and flipping me from side to side.
I'm suffocating with a grin on my face.
Only so you don't ask if I ever learned to swim.
Of course I have.
No. No, I've never even let the tide kiss my toes.
I breathe in to let the air in my lungs be replaced with this unfamiliarity.
But I'll be ok.
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