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 Apr 2014 kaitlyn anderson
Curtis
The beauty of creation
An urge to adventure
The love of curiosity
All with meaning at its center
Finding yourself
Spilling your guts
Spanding the mind
Learning love
The best way to spend time
Art is beauty
Theres beauty in this rhyme
And all of yours too
With out spending a single dime
Him
He looks at me, the corners of his mouth curling upwards. His eyes aimed at my lips.

****.

He takes a few cautious steps, arms out, like Jesus ******* Christ.

Save me.

He's close, so close. He dives as I swerve and tangle into him.

Oh.

We part, his face twists as he looks at me

"Why won't you let me be with you?" He whispers.

"Because I can't"
I'm so scared.
I wrote a song about you dear,
I filled it with your Novocain
To ease my pain.
And fill the gaps
You had left

And the words,
As haunting as your own
Scattered out on pages torn
Neatly from my collection
Of us.

I sing it to myself
In the quiet of the night
A lantern for a light
I whisper the words
Alone.
Today I'll dance among the wet and wild grass
Breath in the sunlight distilled from the clouds
Embrace the wind like an old friend
Maybe then,
I'll be free again.
What hidden sadness is contained past those daily smiling eyes?
There should be three crosses on the side of the highway
three bite size graves all in a row
three rotting skeletons collecting dust

When I was young I made a suicide pact
with my two best friends

I woke up on my bedroom floor
stars crossing in front of my eyes
empty bottle of pills still in my hand

At their funerals I kept my mouth closed
Because there are things their mothers needn't know

That should have been a sign
I was meant to forever walk this world alone
Bed
We were the mystery
We were the shaking of heads
We were the whispers in the bathroom at 11 am

We were the smoke in the hallways

We were the leaves catching on air currents
like "I don't care how or why but I'm going somewhere"

We were balled up bills in the crook of
someone's sweaty Xanax palm

We were the lamps at night burning
We were the lasers on the ceiling
We were the lines of chemicals waiting on the counter

We were nothing good
nothing but mud and regrets on our feet

The teachers shook their heads
wondered to themselves how we ever got to sleep
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