kaitlyn spence: Poems

505 · Dec 2017

wasted.

kaitlyn spence Dec 2017

wasted.

I'm wasting.
Wasting away.
Wasting my time.
Wasting my days.
My thoughts.
My hours.
My love.
Wasted.
On someone who doesn't care.
DOES NOT CARE.
Does NOT deserve...
Someone...
who needs to learn.
Learn life.
Live carefully.
With death to their sin.
Let me forgive them.
Let them begin again.
So they won't be wasted.

#love #heartbreak #sadness

308 · Dec 2017

seize

kaitlyn spence Dec 2017

seize

say the things that you don't mean
make me scream and wake me up
terrorize my dream of love
with lukewarm words, so out of touch;
"you're not enough" & "you're too much"
i'll cut the cord, you'll "seize the day"
but you'll look back and wish I stayed
i'll be your one that got away

#broken #love #heartbreak #sadness #tears

308 · Dec 2017

wake me.

kaitlyn spence Dec 2017

wake me.

Push me away. That's what I need.

I'm fighting despair.
Is that something you see?

I wage war with myself;
scars here to stay

I suffer a loss with either choice made.

These words are becoming
my only release.
I ramble and rhyme to make agony cease

...a welcome distraction, ironically focused
On all of this pain that I want you to notice

But that's no solution. There isn't one.
I'm stuck in this nightmare.
Hope you're having fun

#heartbreak #sadness #nightmare #love #loss #games

300 · Dec 2017

lone.

kaitlyn spence Dec 2017

lone.

this feeling; it belongs to me.
forever, I will be familiar.
lonliness wakes me at dawn.
thoughts of YOUR pain
pick MY brain.
why'd you choose me to drive insane?
you could have hurt someone else.
anyone. else.
but that wouldn't be fair.
so I'll take your deceit,
your lies, and your cheats
and I'll know.
so the next time I choose to care,
I'll be cautious with whomever I share
MY heart.

#love #heartbreak #sadness #lonely

293 · Oct 2019

a.m.

kaitlyn spence Oct 2019

a.m.

vibrancy emits amongst the echoes of the night
as slumber casts itself on most these hours, absent light
while some lack productivity, with efforts turned to ruin
my product of activities proves grand by starry lumen
ideas are born, regrets are mourned, and midnight snacks consumed
to moonlit ante meridiem: my fondness, ever true.

#night #am #insomnia #awake #nightowl

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