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Kathryn Chapman Mar 2014
isn't it funny
how someone that meant so much
can fade into a memory
like a breath of air
that kept you alive in that moment
but is irrelevant now
isn't it funny
Kathryn Chapman Jan 2014
Read rhymes
Sloppy ***
**** this ****
***** breath

In my heart
In my body
Limp ****
Alcoholic

Morning after
*** naked
In my bed
Regret

Late night
Drunk texts
I love you
***** head

*******
**** me
Now I know
We'll never be.
Kathryn Chapman Jan 2014
When claws drag down on you
And you feel them pulling you into the sweet, sappy, thick, uncontrolled dark abyss
We call it love
We call it infatuation
We call it whatever the **** we feel like calling it to justify the feelings
Of the ****** euphoria
The pure ecstasy felt when looking into another's eyes
And feeling wanted
And feeling thick, gold, beautiful **** coming up through your lungs
Choking on it
as you sputter out the sweet pitter patter of the rain you thought grew your crop
but drowned your harvest
When you love so hard you don't know hate
When you hate so hard you see auras of red floating around those you feel
passion
That's ******* emotion.
Kathryn Chapman Dec 2013
I've always felt that those I love are most beautiful in the morning
When they first awaken, their eyes puffy and their hair disheveled
Red marks from the blankets sketched across their skin

In those moments
They're confused
Disoriented
Unaware of their surroundings for a brief moment
Newborns to the day

Before they put on their faces
Before they put on their clothes
Their identities to the world

You get a glimpse of this sweet, innocent child living inside of them
A glimpse of this person, in their most raw state

That's how I know I love you,
You're beautiful when you're vulnerable
Adorable when you're ugly.
Kathryn Chapman Nov 2013
i
weave syntax with syntax
on the shell of her thighs
carved with lies
from the guys
who've in time learned to wry
up her mind
in the lines of your eyes
she dies

as you try
to imply
with the rye
and the rhymes
and the times

that you'll die
die alone with her every night
and despite
that no one can love her demise

she flies to her dreams every night
and she's gone
Kathryn Chapman Nov 2013
splinter splinter

crack crack

the chair breaks through

my bony back.

i sit

i say

i dream

i stay

and never ever seem

to scream.

but when i lay

me down to sleep

and pray my brain

my heart to beat

i cry

and shiver

and ask myself,

"why doth thou harm thyself?"
I wrote this years ago when I was battling anorexia and bulimia, pre-treatment.
Kathryn Chapman Nov 2013
buzz

buzz buzz

rip rip

snippppppppp

crack

my back

crack crack crack my back

rip

rip rip

rip rip rip my hip

maim

maim my brain

**** my body

wring me out and hang me up

for the vultures to peck

when there are no field mice left

cut my hair

and burn my *******

scalp my head

and **** my chest

and i'll love

i'll love i'll love you forever

when you put you put you put me together

when you make you make you make me forget

all that you fail to regret

when you make you make you make me think

that you make you make you make me happy

but i know i know i know you ****

i know you ****'

and ****

and

****.
I wrote this in the throes of my eating disorder, years ago in high school. I think I used the repetition to mimic sobbing and the inability to make fluid speech, but paired it with a jumpy rhythm.
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