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Kite Nov 2016
I've never felt connected to one place
I see a house where you'd see a home.
I can come and go,
it's all the same to me.

I've never wanted to be in one spot for too long
I need change where you'd need consistency.
I get restless and move,
it's just the way I have always been.

I've always dreamt of running away
I feel trapped where you feel free
I thought I'd never know a place,

but now I see that home isn't a place for me.
It's a person.
*It's you.
Kite May 2015
How can we heal these wounds?

I can't soak myself in vinegar any longer,
My skin has pruned.

I can't swallow any more honey,
It's too sweet for me.

I've swallowed lemon and salt,
I've scrubbed with eucalyptus,
I've burned my sheets and cut my hair
so that my sadness wouldn't spread.

I've combed the tears out of my hair,
I've sat in baths of ice and drank cups of boiling water
I've walked in the woods to clear my mind
so that I could heal

I don't know what your intention is,
coming back into my life all of a sudden

But I know these wounds haven't healed
and I don't know if they ever will
after you left me.

If you are going to return, just please don't open up my stitches- I may not have healed but I won't be able to be put back together if you leave me *again like you did.
Old fashioned remedies haven't helped. I can't clear my head of the pain your leaving caused, and I can't go through it again.
Kite Nov 2014
Everything about us
was a false pretence
but you still plague my mind
and I want you out.

You don't deserve to be
written about
but I'm chasing my tail
trying to erase you.

You're a bully
and for some reason
your teasing echoes
in my hollow shell.

Get out of my life, get out of my head.
Get. Out.
To the poison disguised as love in my life...
Kite Oct 2014
There comes a time when our unfathomably complicated souls turn around and look at themselves.

And at this time, your bad math grades won't matter.
Your failed relationships don't count
and your pimples or wrinkles don't show.

All that you'll see, staring back at yourself, is how far you've come

                                                       *and how far you'll go.
And you will go far, I just know it.
Kite Oct 2014
If only I could get
a breath of fresh air
A telescope through the sand
Sifting through grains of unwanted thought and unwanted feelings
To the cool, clean, crisp air.

Air would be so nice right now.
Kite Oct 2014
Dear friend
As tacked on plastic stars lazily glow on my ceiling
and I listen to your mixtape
I'm reminded once again of how irreplaceably broken I am,
but his time, I am truly alone
and no amount of fermented fruit or ***** fumes is going to let me forget.

Dear friend
Out of everyone on this corrupt earth
I never thought it'd be you
We held our tongues in the back of class
Now I hold my tongue when I see your face
They've done this to me before, so that does not surprise me
But this time it's so much worse, because I've clearly lost you

Dear friend
I don't know why you changed, or what I did wrong
and when I asked you didn't seem to know either
But I've heard that you don't really care any more
but your drawing smiles at me from my witnessing walls
I don't know whether I should take it away or leave it.

Dear friend
My eyes ran until it hurt to shed more tears
and my cheeks became salty streams
drops, like splatters of blood, littered my dark dress
It seemed that I cried
Until the whole of me was drenched
The sorrow soaking through my soul
Absorbed by my skin
Dripping from every single hair.

Dear friend
The fact that you have left me hurts more than any of my wounds
Even when the boys put me back on the shelf, broken, I'd half expected it
But you? Never. I'm glad I didn't see this coming though, because then I probably would've given in a long time ago.

Dear friend
Each time I see your photos, my skin forms new bruises, purple and swirled like your painting of the galaxy.
And when you avert your gaze, I feel pinches in my skin
The idea of no longer holding your respect physically pains me, sickens me.
I didn't get out of bed. I was going to end it all, but I promised myself that whatever was happening wasn't
But it is

Dear friend
I sound like I've come out of a bad break up- a ****** ex or clingy soul
But the truth is, I valued your friendship more than anything, and it is the loss of it that continues to be the broken glass beneath my bare, swollen feet.
If you read this and laugh, or show it to the others
If you say I'm overreacting, or attention seeking
If you don't believe a word I've written
Then let me give up on this friendship without further torment.
Kite Aug 2014
You know
how I feel
when my hands
won't let go

You know
what I see
when my eyes
move so slow

You know
I grow weak
when you say
all those things

and you know
how I cried
when you gave her
that ring
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