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Katie Anne Aug 2014
We only truly start living
When we find something
Or someone
We would die for
Katie Anne Aug 2014
What does the perfectionist do
When they realize
Perfection
Is an illusion.

When everything they've strived for
Is rendered
Futile.
All for not.

When there's nothing left
To achieve
The only thing to do

Is give up.
Katie Anne Aug 2014
Growing up
Isn't what scares me

Growing apart, however
Truly
Terrifies me

The thought
Of growing away
From every branch that has supported
And held me up
To make roots in unfamiliar soil

Why can't we stay
In this eden?

Because we all know
How that ended.
Tales can't be rewritten

Flowers can't grow without sunlight
Even if it burns.
Katie Anne Aug 2014
Silence
Can be oh
So
Many
Things.

But
If I had to pick
One word
To describe it
That word
Would be:
Deadly.

Silence
Is full
Of screaming
Assassins

Silence
Is filled
With hurrying
Scurrying
Thoughts
Incessantly
Screaming

Destroyers of peaceful days
And once sleep filled nights
Killers of dreams
Breeders of nightmares

Silence is
Loud

Silence
Is full
Of Screams
And cries for help
All unheard
By outside ears

Silence
Is full
Off every mistake
Put on Repeat
The ultimate broken record

Every single
Could've
Should've
Would've

Come to think of it,
I've never
Heard anything
Louder
Than silence
Katie Anne Aug 2014
Sometimes, I wonder
How lucky I am
To have met you

When I look at the circumstances
The coincidences
Chance meetings and planned get togethers
Countless connections
Mutual friends galore
It's almost
As if
It was meant
From the beginning of time
For our paths to cross

It's as if
Everything
Fell together
Like perfect chaos

And I wonder
What could have happened
If I hadn't taken that left turn
Declined that invitation
I wonder
What seemingly insignificant moment
Could have changed it all
And led me far
away
from you

Because
I am just
too lucky
to know you
Katie Anne Aug 2014
Sometimes
I want
To get up
And leave
Everything.
I want
To start walking
Somewhere
Anywhere
Actually,
Nowhere,
In particular.
I want
To see
The river I see,
Everyday
But from
A different viewpoint
I want, something old
To be, something new
I want
To be
Closer
To the sky
As close as can be
To find new colors
Shades
Of blue
I never saw before.
I want to see
You.
But a you
I've never seen before.
I want to see
You,
From a new viewpoint.
I want to find
Something in you
I never saw before.
I wan to find
Colors
You've never shown
Anyone else before.
I want to see
You
The real you
You've never shown
Anyone else
Before.

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