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Kay-Ann Feb 2014
I wonder if biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you wanna do is be with someone

I wonder if scientists can decipher the actual pain I get from heartbreak
Kay-Ann Jan 2014
It seems these days have been the hardest
every conversation turns into an argument
it seems whenever we're our happiest
something comes to erase that contentment

Our fights are like a competition
to see who can get the last scream
you and I are sometimes like a contradiction
because of the way you let me tear at the seams

At times we make more love than sense
And you **** me with all the unsaid sentences
but I don't want this to be like a conquest
I'm not ready to face those consequences

I'll always find one reason to keep holding on
I wanna give up but there's something about you
I don't know if I'm just petrified of being alone
Or its just the way how I just automatically stick to you like glue

but I love you despite all the heartbreak and sorrow
cause if you died today , I would surely die tomorrow.
Kay-Ann Jan 2014
I thought about you today
It was unexpected like a huge rush of water
trying to drown me
refreshing yet deadly
that's what comes to mind when I think of you
People still say that you never cared for me
but frankly I dont care
I know that somewhere deep within
the cold barren region of your heart
living or dead
big or small
somewhere inside you loved me
adored , cared and craved for me
maybe not as much as I did
but you loved me
no one could ever say that you didnt try ..
you did try , didnt you ?
why am I on your side?
why am I justifying reasons for you leaving me?
why am I trying to make it alright for you?
aah I dont know why
I dont think I'll ever know why
Kay-Ann Jan 2014
what is more deadly
a gun or a thought?


a gun gives you the opportunity
but a thought pulls the trigger.
Kay-Ann Jan 2014
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when i leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people.
Kay-Ann Jan 2014
what kinda person am I ?
what kinda writer am I ?
am I one of those euphoric persons who writes about their seemingly perfect relationships?
am I one those nature lovers who gives a illustration of their surroundings?
am I one of those somber and dreary persons who writes about their journey to death ?
Am I one of those zealous adventurers who details about the journeys they've had
Am I one of the many who writes about their countless heartbreaks and lets the pain flow through their fingers and straight to the paper?
Or am I one of those unpredictable individuals who just simply write what they feel when they feel to ?
I guess I'm a mixture of all of them
a suprising concoction that turns out to be angelic
I'm not really a writer you know
Im just a lover and a dreamer
With a heart that wants to be heard
Kay-Ann Jan 2014
She was the epitome of a good girl
Funny, cool and the best friend ever
She was smart too , never falling victim to their lies
Always precluding hurt and pain
but she had always craved something real
that thing called love
she no longer wanted to elude all the pain and pleasures that came along with it
so she waited patiently for her knight to come
to rescue her from the state of 'forever alone'
and he did come, he was literally what every girl wanted
when they were together , gravity no longer existed
his very presence made her high
when they kissed , megawatts of electricity and passion flowed through their veins
But soon he started to withdraw from her
He recoiled as if she was dangerous to his wellbeing
everything went downhill for them
she implored him to talk to her, to work things out
after all when you love someone , you just dont give up on them
but he refused and they grew apart
she borne this for a while but the pain became too much
and it all went up in flames
he said he needed time to himself , to figure things out
all the pressures in his life were too much and he needed time and space
he said maybe they would get back together....
she put on a brave face and said goodbye
it exhausted her inside , she tried so hard not to cry
and so she said sorry to every cracked branch and leaf she passed
because she now knew how it felt to be stepped on even after you were broken
the pain still lingers , minutes to hours , hours to days
It is really true when they say nothing gold can stay.
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