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Kiah Griffin Feb 2015
This atmosphere, the air is so thin,
so few layers between our skin.
But what's a few clothes to
a waterfall of sin, that starts with my vice,
and ends with your drink.

Honey, I'm not made of glass,
Push me down, pull me back.
I need to be washed of my sins, place a cross on my head.
I'm an alcoholic and you're a font full of gin.

k.g.
Kiah Griffin Feb 2015
and right now,
here in this moment.
all i want, all i ever seem to want at 1:32am,
is your fingers tracing my hip bones.
my skin clenched between your teeth.
droplets of sweat, between sheets.
crisp white fades to pink, we tainted the linen while kissing.
the bright is a curse and the dark is a blessing,
because in the abyss i can imagine.
right now,
here in this moment.
because all i want, all i still seem to want at 1:45am,
is you.

k.g.
Kiah Griffin Feb 2015
I (never) liked your touch.
Your kisses are (n't) sultry.
I (never) say what I mean.
That's why you (can't) trust me.

Your slaps (do)n't hurt.
I (don't) know you love me.
You (never) mean what you say.
That's why I (can't) trust you.

k.g.
This is up to interpretation. I suggest reading without then with brackets but this is only a suggestion.
Kiah Griffin Apr 2015
I don’t understand why she’s like this when she’s drunk.

I can’t comprehend where she’s coming from.

I don’t understand why she feels the need to make me feel so **** uneasy.

I can’t comprehend what viewpoint she’s seeing from.

I don’t understand where she hates me at times, sometimes it be easier if I just died.

I can’t comprehend why this makes me so mad.

I don’t understand, I don’t understand.

k.g.
I am angry okay.
Kiah Griffin Mar 2015
here i'm and not here
alone i am in head mine yet live five others all who mill around live.
told what to do i am and approach how to the unknown.
        no decisions i seem make myself yet speak i from the soul.

soul exists whether or not another question is. determine grammar does      
                                       not punctuation, as determine faith does not god.
disprove understanding
ignorance does not, blissful as ignorance is not always.

was wish i for i  ignorant.

k.g.
Yes, it's meant to read like this.
Kiah Griffin Feb 2015
If your the sun,
I'm the moon.

I don't shine
without you.

Reflecting light
is what I do.

As light is something
I can't produce.

k.g.
Kiah Griffin Feb 2015
She says what she thinks,
And what we know to be true.
I just don't have the stomach for it,
And that's how she thrives.

Blunt knives pierce the deepest.
And I can't hide.

k.g.
Kiah Griffin Feb 2015
I'm not good at being alone.
It makes lungs feel
shaky,
ribcage achy.
next breath.
exhale.

Don't choke me when you know I'm not well.

Acquainted with this feeling.
It feels like your not
breathing,
I can't help but hear
screaming,
Suddenly I start
heaving.

k.g.
Kiah Griffin Apr 2015
the awkward part is

sleeping without your breathing leaves me lost in the dark.

close to weeping with slient heaving i shut my eyes hard.

the opposite of feeling, barely seeing i'm dependant on you.

no longer solitary, you're one with them and maybe,

thats the awkward part.

k.g.
Kiah Griffin Feb 2015
A part of me wants you back,
But a part of me don't mean jack.
When I look at what we had,
I remember,
happiness only exists in an hourglass.

k.g.
Kiah Griffin Feb 2015
I hate you a lot, as in
  periodically rather than
    continuously because you keep me up
      at night.

      Either in my thoughts or on my
     phone you seem to be present near
    enough all the time and it sickens
   me to say this but when you say
  that I love you, you're probably
right.

k.g.
Name of the person has been changed for personal privacy.
Kiah Griffin Feb 2015
I'm afraid it's not that kind of
love that passes with time, but
it's continuous and gives me
headaches when the lights are too
bright.
In few years this probably won't
mean much but these thoughts I hope
won't fade away in the dusk because
I like you and apparently quite a
lot.

k.g.
Name of the person changed for personal privacy reasons.
Kiah Griffin Feb 2015
I have these thoughts occasionally
as I lie in bed,
going over every syllable that you
said because sometimes I read
signals that aren't even there.
After remembrance, is
interrogation and I am no stranger
to what this entails.
Question after question which can be
summed up into one,
"Why do I love him to the point where I lose my tongue?"

k.g.
Name of the person changed for personal privacy.

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