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 Feb 2016 Taylor
Katie Perner
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 Feb 2016 Taylor
Katie Perner
1
Do you ever feel so small
Feel like you're nothing
About to fall
Caving in, giving it your all?
1.30.14
I stopped writing for about three years, then I decided to make it a New Years resolution to write again, no matter what it was- just write it down. This is the first thing I wrote after three years of nothing.
 Feb 2016 Taylor
Lunar Luvnotes
I'm sorry I romanticized pulling you into my riptides. I had no right asking you down into my pit to hold me. You just felt like rain I wanted to feel kiss my face for a lifetime. But I had no right. I had no right.
 Feb 2016 Taylor
flustered
pluto
 Feb 2016 Taylor
flustered
he was as beautiful
as he was cold
 Feb 2016 Taylor
Idiosyncrasy
As
 Feb 2016 Taylor
Idiosyncrasy
As
You say I love you as easy as saying the sky is blue,
But you say I love you not as real as saying the sky is blue.
Please.
 Feb 2016 Taylor
olivia grace
some days, when the pain is bigger than before, when it manifests itself into a coyote hunting down the prancing memories of the good days, chasing the sunset,
it's these days I ask myself if it was truly worth it?
is it better to have loved & lost; to have lived and died, than to be a spec of dust on the wind, washing the sky in colours undetectable.
we painted the clouds in rosy hues,
& loving you was like painting a canvas in every shade of red from every berry in every forest.
but when the paint dried & oxidized, & roses looked muddy like they had been stepped on out in the rain,
it was days like that I felt it was not worth it.
being shackled to the ground, sprouting from the soil and instant destruction,
this love was so young, so pure, so new and senseless,
yet agony awakened as your spirit drifted away from these leaves & thorns,
& I am just a small rosebud begging to blossom but you keep picking petals, playing a game of "I love her, I love her not"
how does this flower bloom if every day she fades back into the ground, trampled by the crash of timber from the shaky earthquake of your voice.
cowering in the corners from the thunder your voice emits, from the high heavens.
so holy you seem with your voice so high, so above and beyond the trees my petals could never reach.
& yet so terribly close you feel, how your voice carries on the wind, howling from dawn to dusk.
so I understand now why it hurts so much.
how you were once all of nature, but the forest burnt to the ground, ashes to ashes,
we, the remains of nature, scattered across the earth.
you're love was so short, a glimpse of light, a lunar eclipse,
& the forgetting is so long, a year of April showers, a mourning period where flowers don't grow, flash floods in my eyes & around every corner.
forgetting is all to difficult, but I'll take it.
I'll take the rain any day, to have felt your light if only for a fraction of a moment;
if only to have it vanish like the wind.
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