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Aug 2015 · 168
Untitled
Kirsten Bailey Aug 2015
I'm so deep in love,
My heart yours.
New beginnings,
Pray it lasts forever.
Aug 2015 · 294
Open
Kirsten Bailey Aug 2015
To love in heartache is a true mystery.

Involuntary tears when I reminisce
Pull a quick reminder that I'm not over you.

Each day is a struggle
To feign the pain.

A willful longing to repair our bliss
Encourages the fight to regain our ship.

A ring on my finger
Holds memory and a promise.

To hide within fear is the easiest task.
To embrace each other could relinquish hesitation to start again.

Complications reside in steady stride
Until matters are breached and confrontation unfolds.
Aug 2015 · 259
Express
Kirsten Bailey Aug 2015
Pain is  my highest motivator
to put pen to paper.

I'm numb,
my heart on standstill.
I love you
and wish that I didn't.

You want me,
though on days seem indecisive.

You wanted to stay in touch.
Days on end with no word
leaves me with doubt and disappointment.

I want to trash our memories
and leave it all behind,
but the quench in my heart
leaves me paralyzed.

I miss you with an intensity
that seems unfathomable.

Four months and the ease
is still nonexistent;
this upcoming move gives me hope.

I try to leave expectations low
as extra heartbreak
may send me to the ground.

I find breathing difficult as tears escape.

With reminders everywhere
I'm anxious to leave;
the memories are suffocating.

I can only hide so long
before it finally becomes too much.
Aug 2015 · 269
Long Distance Love
Kirsten Bailey Aug 2015
Early morning,
Still, darkened skies.
Driving to your departure
While the world is still sleeping.

Tears concealed behind a shade of smiles
As I watch the wheels go in opposite direction.

A month distanced
Unveils a weekend spent
Even better than imagined.

Return to the airport
For another round of
Tears, kisses, and "see you laters."

Many a return trip
Predicted for future endeavors.

Till then we shall consist
Of love letters, web chats and phone calls.

Take care, dear;
My heart is with you in KC.
Aug 2015 · 323
Turn
Kirsten Bailey Aug 2015
3 years past,
Never turned the page.

Couldn't see it was just repeat
Of the same broken heart.

With time and impatience,
I found the strength
To see what the next page held;
A new chapter begins.

What started as casual flirtation
Gradually evolved into a rarity love.

I never knew I'd find my dream
In a six year difference.

I try to claim uniqueness
In explaining my feelings inside
But it all comes out cliche.

With you it's forever,
I can see it in your eyes.
I can feel it with
Every kiss, embrace and "I love you."

My fears casually drain
As my life with you begins.

I vow to be yours always;
My heart imprinted with your name.
Each good and bad moment,
By your side I will stay.

Words can never fully express our love,
There is no bounds.
True beyond even life's last breath.
Aug 2015 · 284
Unstable
Kirsten Bailey Aug 2015
My emotions,
I lay here.
My emotions,
they fall there.

Want to be good enough
for you.
I'm breaking down,
my heart covered in cracks.

Emotionally unstable
I lay them here,
they fall there.

Complications and lies
keep us confidential.

Our love is real
but you hide behind fear.
Open up,
keep me close.

Emotionally unstable
we lay them here,
they fall there.
Aug 2015 · 155
Heartbroken
Kirsten Bailey Aug 2015
Need to free myself
of you.
Get myself away
from you.
Need to.
Can't.
Aug 2015 · 188
Low
Kirsten Bailey Aug 2015
Low
I'm so low
(so low)
since you left me.
I couldn't bear
to see you go.
Tears shaped me
for the next three days.
Fake smiles
became my secret.
Unchanged, but not
quite the same.

I've become a shell.
Fragile and empty.
I can't bear it;
now you're gone.

My heart is broken.

I couldn't bear
to see you go.
I'm so low,
(so low).
Aug 2015 · 481
Scars
Kirsten Bailey Aug 2015
These you cannot see.
Mine are hidden
beneath the surface.

They take on a different meaning.
A world of hurt and betrayal.
Many have been here before.
I, far too much.

Mine cannot be seen.
Not on the surface.
My scars.

— The End —