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1.2k · Mar 2014
3am
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)
712 · Mar 2014
hurt me
kenzie Mar 2014
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)
343 · Mar 2014
pick your poison
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)
280 · Mar 2014
what do you do?
kenzie Mar 2014
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)

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