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Kiana L Oct 2011
Love and hate are one in the same.
One goes by a nicer name.

The dizzy glee of love sustained.
Now a pile of hate that will not wane.

Numb body, soul, and mind.
This kind of pain, can’t be defined.

Empty space that can’t be filled.
My once warm heart, has been chilled.

I used to believe in love divine.
I used to think, that he was mine.
Kiana L Jul 2011
Love is not an emotion for the weak,
To love, you must be strong like a tree.

You must have deep and steady roots,
To keep your “head” in the clouds.

Your bark may fall off,
Leaving you exposed.

You may fall victim to the test of time,
And may tip, or whither.

Like a tree, love starts with one seed,
That grows more and more after time.

Our love is like a tree.
It has fallen in the wood.

No one to rescue it,
It is left there to die and rot.

It falls down in the wood and left,
It will be forgotten.

I have cut our tree, in our wood,
And walked the path leading west.

I leave for greener pastures,
and for a tree that will pass the test.
Kiana L Jul 2011
Why is love so cruel and blind?
Fun and laughs are left behind.

The painful sting of pure distain.
Not much more will my heart sustain.  

Ones who cause havoc and woe.
Have made my heart a resentful foe.

The wonderful essence of love divine,
Only to be lost in the sands of time.

My body and psyche have been maimed.
And as she wished, my love’s been tamed.

Broken trust, my love has endured.
Now I know not why I was allured.

Hate and love are quite alike.
Both cause pain, and are contrite.

Bittersweet emotions and love are a pair.
That often times, leads to despair.

Some love can conquer all that is near.
Most love instills panic and fear.

You may swallow the pain, and do as you must.
But never mix up, the love and the lust.

Love and pain are a perfect match.
From this love, I must detach.

Some love is true and filled with joy.
But in ours, my heart is a toy.
Kiana L Jul 2011
I wish I could remember you.
My savior who pulled me from the dark.
You saw my endeavor, my pain.
Me striving to make a better life for myself.

You took me by the hand and held me close
Closing the door on my estranged past.
No matter who persecuted me, you always fought back
You had the strength when I didn’t
For this I thank you.

My masked knight, on the white steed you sit.
You look at me as though I am yours.
You ride off into the scarlet and mauve encrusted horizon.

But now, your face is a blur.
Your intentions still a mystery.
All my memories of you are fading, all the memories blend together.
I wish I could remember the touch of your hand.
Your open palm, warm against my cheek.
But as I try to re live the moments we shared.
I can’t conjure up the thought of you with me.

You saved me from the dark, and from myself
I can now live in harmony, thanks to my masked hero.
He protected me, and now he is gone.
It may have been fate, or just a gentle favor.

I love you, my savior.
Kiana L Jul 2011
You are in my mind.
Mocking me as I think of your eyes.
You are still here.

In the dark of night, I think of you.
Where you are, what you’re doing.
Who you’re with.

You broke me into a thousand shards.
Emotional rollercoaster to the extreme.

I walk alone.

I would trade my future, for a moment of my past.
Hate and love make a bittersweet cocktail in my psyche.
A slushy mix of cold emotions and burning hot curiosity.

You had completed me.
You made me strong.
You were my rock.

You left me nothing, nothing but swirling pain and confusion.
No shelter from the pain of living.

I have no one.

The facade of love is nothing but a heart wrenching memory.
Sitting, chewing in the back of my tired brain.
As I sit at my desk writing.

You can’t hear me.
You can’t see me.
You don’t want me.

The words and phrases that spew from my pen are nothing new.
The sun begins to rise.

It is complete.

I gather my things as I walk down the cobble stone sidewalk.
Walking to an inexperienced forthcoming life.
Confidence is waning, it’s now fight or flight.

I opened my mind, as I looked to the sea.
I took out the book.
And I slipped off my shoes.

I took off my coat.
I shrugged off all emotions.

I jumped.

The book stayed on that pier.
Keeping all of my thoughts.
That book was my rock.

It replaced my heart ache.
It replaced the void in my heart.
It replaced you.

As I sink to the bottom, I see you.
I see myself.

I see nothing.

— The End —