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Dec 2018 · 696
you
caitlin Dec 2018
you
i like watching sunsets
but id rather share them with you
i like all my playlist
and now my songs remind me of you
i like being alone
but i’d rather be alone with you
Aug 2018 · 466
Yellow Paint
caitlin Aug 2018
I ate the yellow paint to make me happy.
I want to smile again
The people around me were worried about my colour lacking face.
So every morning, as the sun rose, I drowned my unsaid words in yellow paint. The colour was brought back to my cheeks, and everyone said that i was glowing.
I started eating the yellow paint day and night, to brighten my dreams. Yellow paint for breakfast lunch and dinner.
No one complained.
Except for my stomach, lungs and heart.
The yellow paint made my outside looks better, but slowly destroyed my inside. You see, yellow paint is poison, no matter how bright.
So it slowly killed me, but everyone said I looked alright.
Aug 2018 · 181
honestly
caitlin Aug 2018
i don’t remember being happy.
i remember having happy moments with a lingering sadness crouched behind my ribs waiting to pour itself out through my eyes
sad remember happiness honestly tears i don’t know how it describe it
Jul 2018 · 1.2k
hypocrite
caitlin Jul 2018
i preach about self love
when it’s something i lack
i tell you to hold on
when i’m not sure i can
i comfort your worries
while mine cloud over me
i encourage you to take care of yourself
while i struggle to stand
i teach you to love what you see in the mirror
while i can’t even look into mine
Jul 2018 · 479
my island and the waves
caitlin Jul 2018
i’m stuck on this island.
i don’t remember how i got here.
but i’ve tried to make it my home.
nobody but the waves to speak to.
who hold my hand at night,
but are the fears i can’t let go of.  
the waves keep my secrets,
but they know my breaking points too.
they taunt my every move
and point out every mistake.
the waves are all i have
to keep me company under star filled skies
Jul 2018 · 747
a soul like yours
caitlin Jul 2018
your soul was a rose petal
delicate and beautiful to those who ever had the pleasure of seeing it

you were a rose with no thorns
too pure for the cruel world
unable to fight back
you fought anyway
and you tried
and I will try
for you
a poem for jonghyun
Jul 2018 · 300
two broken pieces
caitlin Jul 2018
we were both halves of something
we didn’t know what of
but we knew we weren’t complete
so we took our broken selves
to make a new whole
each hoping to be full again
just a short thing inspired by something someone said to me

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