kenzie

kenzie Mar 2014

everyone dies
so they say,
'pick your poison'

i could have chosen
alcohol, or cigarettes
or even some ecstasy

but i chose you
and your love
for me, that was the biggest poison
out of all

*(k.s)

kenzie Mar 2014

what do you do?

what do you do
when the person you love
is torn away from you
at their own will?

what do you do
when you're left
with clipped wings;
dry and withered?

what do you do
when you're nothing
except for a sentence they'll read?

what do you do
when you're so desperately in love
but they may not feel the same way?

*(k.s)

kenzie Mar 2014

hurt me

i would much rather
you hit and bruise me
than leave such emotional scars
on my frail heart
i would much rather
your strikes upon me
than aching; crying
in the middle of the night

broken bones heal,
while broken hearts
do not

*(k.s)

kenzie Mar 2014

3am

at 3am
when you're lonely
and tired
and as honest as you can be
it's because you're scared
not of the dark
or the monsters
but of yourself
and you tell me almost everything
about yourself, about your fears
about the people you call friends
even though they don't pay
the right amount of attention to you
about the things you wish to change
not only about yourself
but the world

that's when i learn more about you
than i've ever known
and being honest myself
i love it

*(k.s)

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