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Kasti Mar 2019
quietly reserved, these 31 days back away
from the fray of the other 343
each with their own characteristics,
and mine being much more introverted
A frigid 31 days
A warm 31 days
A frigid but warm time
We go through it and take it for granted
But those 31 days
never go away
as they stay the same for me
I find my way
In 31 days
as my love awaits me
I find a day
of those 31 days
to treasure and cherish the most
the 21st day
most important to me
will always bring me back home.
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Kasti Mar 2019
My hands across your chest.
Down your stomach.
Grazing your every inch.

Listing off the things I love about you in my head:
Your smile, Your laugh, Your words, Your ,
                                    
                          ­                   [(stop)]

But it’s okay.

You've found another.

And they will never stay,
But my need for you will remain.

Just maybe, one day, this will definitely go away.
Get off of my mind
Kasti Mar 2019
As life and death while neither truly works

a fear of death and a fear of life fuels my flame

the things I do don’t particularly interest me anymore

I feel like I’m slipping away.

Silenced colors will eventually fade.

If I were to not fear death, would I be able to live?

If I were to not fear life, would I be able to die?

Neither living or dying

mere existing

what existence is this?

to dream of colors that don’t exist

is to say to not dream at all.

But colors that don’t exist envelop us in comfort

and worry falls to all.
Existentialism and love won't leave my mind
Kasti Mar 2019
I take everything for what it is and never try to change it.
I take everything for what it is and never try to change it.
I take everything for what it is and never try to change it.

      Just        keep      holding       my         hand,

                                                 In the coldest of nights,
and I’ll never try to change it.
Taking everything for what it is
will make me wanna change it
I forget that you won’t love me back.
But with everything for what it is,
I realize in the end
                                 it’s me,
                                              whose heart’s no longer intact.
Abstract reasoning (american boyfriend inspired)
Kasti Mar 2019
blue as the sea,
Your hair
soft as a pillow,
Your laugh
music to all,
Your smile
lights up my eyes,
Your thoughts
clever and wondrous,
Your body
smooth and appealing,
Your lips
lush as a valley,
Your words
give me a home
give me your all
and I’ll give you mine.
Why do I like you so
Kasti Mar 2019
I think about you a lot.
You’re always on my mind.
It’s honestly troubling sometimes,
how much you cross through my mind.

Never checking both ways, left, right, left.
Never considering how I would feel.
You don't tread lightly when exploring
my undiscovered corners and thoughts.

But that’s okay, I love you too much to blame you.
It’s unhealthy, maybe, maybe not, I know that I want you.
I need you.

but I don't love you.

Please just kiss me one time,
I’ve been dying to know you.

Just kiss me once more,
I've been dying to know
if this is real life.

A whirlwind of thoughts sweeps through, taking houses and trees right out the ground
Crashing, flashing, with a bang and a spark, it’s like magic
The flood of your eyes has fully taken over
And you’re the only thing on my mind.
I don't know why I write
Kasti Mar 2019
I'll hold your hand (even while the world watches) in my hand; feeling the warmth at our fingertips. Your eyes (being the deepest sea I've ever seen) make me forget the futility and uselessness of it all. I never thought I'd find a reason to go on (passively watching the tides of life crash by my feet) but your presence provides the reason to continue. I want to spend my life with you, clumsily dance days away, badly singing along to songs, and holding you as close as my heart is to me each night, maintaining the pleasant warmth and comfort between the two of us despite the frigid wind beating at our backs. I'll hold your hand [even as the world (as they would hate our happiness) watches]. As you, your company, give me the strength to tread on. If only I would simply allow my fingertips to graze yours.
Summer school gave too much time to think
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