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Kimberly Seibert Aug 2014
What do you mean to me?
You're gold.
I've never been first place.
I won't plan on it either.

I'm just here to get folks by.
Need a lift? Here's a ride.
Kimberly Seibert Aug 2014
He tied the knot, but this wasn't done at the altar.
Hung himself out to dry, though he could never fault her.
Paraphrasing something so sacred doesn't keep you warm.
Teetering crooked floorboards, dictating the noose that's formed.
A deity could never die no matter how many times he hangs his head.
But you were never holy disappearing with the dead.
Kimberly Seibert Aug 2014
There was always light.
But they called her a black hole for a reason.
No one could fill it.
Drawn in to drown in her existence.
The constellation that mapped out your last adventure.
They only knew what they saw from a distance.
The plan but not the actual destination.
Home was never shelter, never a place.
It was acknowledging who you are.
And loving its entirety.
It's something you make for yourself.
Kimberly Seibert Aug 2014
A bullet in the barrel, finger on the trigger.
Pressured by existence, less for you to figure.
Clean shot if you pull, but wait just a second.
A sister who loves you, is reason to reckon.
And if ever a time, she can't come to your aide.
Don't exaggerate or regret a mistake which was made.
For her blood is your blood, the same curse through her veins.
Feel your pulse and grab hold of the reins.
Swallow what you chew and figure it out.
No wagons to fall off of, no pity parties to pout.
Always something to appreciate in life and of itself.
Be so selfish to forget that... I'll see you in hell.
Kimberly Seibert Aug 2014
Pull on those hearts strings.
Slam on the keys.
Not satisfied?
You were always hardest to please.
Down with the birds.
But getting stung by the bees.
Kimberly Seibert Aug 2014
Somewhere in there was a heart,
the nucleus to the madness created.
Greet reality with good intentions,
even if you deserve to be damaged.
Love is love is love, is lust; is a lie.
Kimberly Seibert Aug 2014
I climbed through the devil's dungeon
his hollow empty pit.
I've been the bag of bones at the bottom
a ridiculed *******.

My hands were never clean
I loved playing in the dirt.
The only reason I know happiness
is because of all the hurt.
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