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Maybe I feel hollow
because I left so much of me
in the things I thought I loved,
in you.
And I don't know how to fill these empty spaces
because where light and warmth once occupied
the parts of me that needed you,
now feel dark and lonely
and incomplete.
I remember the first time I lost my innocence
I tried a bit of ***
I didn't like the taste, but they told me it'd be fun

So I continued drinking more and more
until I couldn't remember anything before
And my head was spinning rapid
Yet you continued to call me "kid"

And I wanted to mean more than that, I wanted to be grown up
So I took a hit and coughed a ton
until the moon looked like the sun

And I thought to myself what fun is this?

I tried thinking to myself I'd made it like the rest
I believed I'd fit in, with not only the great, but the best
I thought these thoughts until my head got lost
And the visions were blurred and my words were slurred
I couldn't remember where I stood, not understanding how this felt good
Because everything was bad, and suddenly my emotions turned sad
Because what's "good" about having no control of what you do
What's "good" about not knowing the sky turns dark when it's no longer blue
But maybe this was you showing me who you were
Maybe you were just a sky to me but I'd never seen this side of you
When the sun went down, and suddenly you were no longer blue
September 22, 2014
But sometimes I still get sad
When I think about the way we acted, when everything was fine
Remembering your voice, at three in the morning, not awake enough to tell the truth but yet you'd never tell a lie
Words that spoke infinities to my soul, or so I thought

Sometimes I still get sad
When I think about everything we were, everything I thought we'd always be
I think about the friendship, we held tighter than our pillows while we lay awake, alone at night
I think of how it's something we risked, but deep inside we knew it was something we'd never get back

Sometimes I still get sad
When I think about you
I think about you often though,
So when I say sometimes, know I mean always
September 23, 2014
 Sep 2014 Katelin Michelle
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whiskey whispers
sound like you

a burning smokey river
-fire down below

kiss my fever

whiskey whispers-
get me through.

r ~ 9/21/14
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   |     •
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I awake tossing and turning in these sheets of confusion.
I've been here before.
What was once a moment layered thick with ominous tones,
is now you and I under this blanket that is encompassing me
in your intoxicating smell
and assuring words.
I carry no hate nor love in this instant,
just my uncertainty of your desire to stay.
Down a cliff that's made of hills
Up and down, as my body experiences the various chills
Up as I let out the truth of how I feel
Back down because you deny the words I speak
Up once more because I believe I've let you in
Down because again you've proven me wrong

Lies left and right, as if I'm full of secrets
Secrets only the words on the paper can prove
Because I myself have lost hold of the truth
Lost hold of who I thought I knew
I've lost hold of my life and not a soul in the sky
Could lead me back to who I was

This emptiness inside these bones have left me with nothing to hold
It's left me with the loneliness, left behind my soul
I'm an open book with nothing to read for the poems are fading and the writings are weighing
down my confidence, as I compare it to others
Down this hill I go, and I don't know how to get myself back up
September 5, 2014
 Aug 2014 Katelin Michelle
r
she wore a soft white sundress
·weathered light cotton·
and when she stood just right
-in the August sun-
I could see clear through to Venus.

r ~ 8/24/14
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|   diaphanous
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 Aug 2014 Katelin Michelle
r
Ain't no reason
or particular season
to the rhyme...
but my head is heavy-
and my heart is rotten
to the core.

There's holes in my pages
where there once were words-
the book worms got 'em
and left me empty...

I asked ***** Joe for a light,
but his flint wore out
on the road into Fallujah.
Now he's rotten to the corps-
he can't hear us anymore...
a secret, silent sentry.

r ~ 8/22/14
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|    Fallujah
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Whatever song it is that you need
reflects what you hide and you feel and you keep.
I hear it and I feel it when I hum along
to that melody, that tune, that tantalizing song.
I hold it close and keep it hidden away
because his lyrics are the words I am too afraid to say.
No matter what I say or do,
I will always be some kind of in love with you.
I thought I could trust in you enough to reach for you as I was drowning.
I was foolish to think you were my life raft
when you were the undercurrent that kept pulling me down.
Farther and farther out I went
into this open sea of vulnerability and naivety.
I was hopelessly engulfed in this idea of who I wanted you to be.
I romanticized you and every word that spilled from your mouth.
So much that your lies were salt water in my open wounds
and I let myself believe they were the stitches.
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