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  Oct 2018 kyleigh g
i took a chance
and trusted you
at first we were
but then
you broke my trust
i let you get it back
and over
i still let you have it
but you have not
broken it
this time
not yet
  Oct 2018 kyleigh g
how wonderful is it that
there’s a word that uses
the most powerful force on earth
to describe another thing


that must be what you are
whenever i think
there must be a soul out there
who can carry the weight of such a word
i think of you

i think of you and your sense of humor
always making the corners of my mouth lift
changing their everlasting shape
into a grin
i’ve come to dislike
but not when you make it appear

the way your arms have held me
sent electricity through me
yet gave me
a place to call home
a connection
that i hope you feel too

your sparkling eyes
that bore into my soul
like a cat kneading its paws
into carpet
tearing up the seams

your radiant smile
putting me into ecstatic shock
every time i see it creep onto your face
after i say some stupid
even when you laugh
and i forget it’s about me
i don’t care
because you’re happy
and i’m happy

you’re lovely, my dear
i hope you can say
the same thing about
  Sep 2018 kyleigh g
fly me to a cloud

I know it's not a game

it's not okay

I'm your nightmare

A rose so pretty
it kills you
I'm the one who
picks you apart

when the time comes
you'll be begging for my help

life is so funny

you'll wish
you didn't do it

it's alright
I know to play mind games
kyleigh g Sep 2018
i can't seem to breathe
flowers are blooming inside of my lungs
vines are engulfing my heart
the concept of the "hanahaki disease" is oddly beautiful to me, so i decided to write about it tonight.
  Sep 2018 kyleigh g
Gabriel Bonney
i never really liked the color yellow
so protuberant
kinda theatrical
too blithe
but it just so happens to be your favorite
and that's exactly what i need
  Sep 2018 kyleigh g
A soft sympathetic voice

don’t forget
what I was,

a child of love.

Please don’t
let go
of my heart.

be kind
and kindle
the hearth fire
of compassion.

Please don’t run
when I need you
to stay.

oh please
forget me.

The gentle voice
slips away
as the barer
stares coldly
into a blank face.

It is a dark mirror
that marks his change.
  Sep 2018 kyleigh g
In the end, even
wilted and withered roses,  
are, well, roses too.
Broken doesn't mean not beautiful;
don't let broken mean not beautiful.

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