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I don't want you to be overused
in my poetry
but the truth is I'm still a poet
and you're still my muse.
 Jan 2014 Cathyy
Alaska
What am I to you?
Surely, I am nothing more
Than a cigarette of yours.
You've had many like me before,
And you will have many more like me to come.
You keep me in your back pocket at all times,
Waiting,
Craving the touch of your lips
On my papery skin.
When you finally choose me,
It's heaven in my heart.
I feel fireworks, like the spark of a lighter
Igniting my love and soul.
You taunt me with the promise of a good night's kiss,
But all I receive are a few false kisses blown my way,
And eventually,
You drop me on the floor,
And stomp.
You'll leave me there, sparks extinguished and heart in fragments,
Watching your lips do their beautiful dance
On another just like me.

Forever forgotten. Forever irrelevant. Forever inept.

Breathe me in.
Inhale me.
Tempt, but never touch.
What am I to you?
Surely, I am nothing more
Than a cigarette of yours.

{alaska}
 Jan 2014 Cathyy
Krista Richards
Words spill effortlessly from your perfect mouth...

And I catch myself wishing I could lick them from you...

It's no wonder...

You...

Light a fire in hearts when rooms spin...

Like a carnival ride ...
I never could hide...
from the likes of a deep feeling love warrior dressed in stripes
Telling of battles fought ...

Not always won...
But always well played...

And as you blink away a happy tear...
Makes me wanna serenade you to sleep every night for infinity...
 Jan 2014 Cathyy
Thomas Carew
He that loves a rosy cheek,
  Or a coral lip admires,
Or from star-like eyes doth seek
  Fuel to maintain his fires:
As old Time makes these decay,
So his flames must waste away.

But a smooth and steadfast mind,
  Gentle thoughts and calm desires,
Hearts with equal love combined,
  Kindle never-dying fires.
Where these are not, I despise
Lovely cheeks or lips or eyes.
Have you ever tried to flex your heart to make sure it was still in your chest?

Everytime you tried to choke down what was hurting you, you realized it didn't matter anymore.

Lately, I've been doing okay. Except when the night starts telling secrets to the dawn so I have to make sure they don't whisper your name.

Please, don't worry about me though. Just focus on being happy.



Maybe one day, things will be in a place where you can see a shadow and smile without swallowing shards of glass.

E**ven though I promised to always be here, it will **** is both if I stay. I'm so sorry.
Help me.
 Jan 2014 Cathyy
vanessa
I may idolize the boy who always saved me, he belongs in books but amazingly this is non-fiction
I might pay close attention to the way he runs his fingers through his hair, but I could watch him run through forests for hours on end
I may always want to have the last word in an argument even though the boy himself is what I'm focused on the entire debate, I don't care who wins I just want you to stay
I may be insanely jealous maybe even ****** but at least I love you more than she ever could and you know it's true.
I may get upset over small things you do, but you'll always be my favorite correction to mark with red pen, don't worry I promise I'll forgive you in the morning
I may be a pain every now and again but at least you know I'm alive today, because without you I hope you know I would have given up a long time ago.
I may love too passionately and too fierce but at least I will never desert you in the dark or want you to be reduced to cold red slashes on the most beautiful parts of your body
I may be complicated and more in love with you than I am with my own reflection
But at least I am self-less, at least I care whether or not the boy I love more than life itself is breathing in the morning. At least I know the difference between love and pity, at least I fight the will every morning with my shadow to make sure I have a chance to let you know how much I love you, you really should cherish it, because who knows if you'll hear it tomorrow. I'm a lost cause who loves your little pieces of stardust more than the sparkles on my skin but at least I love you enough-- to let you know.

*vm
 Jan 2014 Cathyy
Lochness
As One
 Jan 2014 Cathyy
Lochness
Show me the stars and I will show you my mental scars
Show me love and I will show you the heavens up above
What is this squeezing of my chest, hidden by my *******
That these superficial men only want to ogle at.
Touch my breast.
Place your hand on it, fully.
And instead, fill yourself with the aching tune that is my heartbeat, not your lust.
And realise that I want to be felt. I want my feelings to touch someone else,
I want to be engulfed in your pain just as you are in mine.
I will press my full palm against your chest, and try as best as I can
to pull your troubled heart muscle from its place
I will cradle it in my arms and give it tender love
And together, we will heal.
Together, our muscles will mould and intertwine.
Our new flesh will grow over each others until whole,
We become.
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