Missing You

When we were together it felt like there was no going apart, We'd been on and off so many times I could never see us depart, But it feels different this time like theres no love left, You hate me I can see it but for what reason can I ask? You push me aside like I was never a part of your life, You treat me like a stranger and get all rough and tough, I don't like that side of you, That side hurts, Knowing that I still love you so much is tearing me apart, Simple words like these are no way to explain, This extraordinary pain, I feel like getting on a plane and flying the farest away from you, But something keeps telling me to cling on to you, I am ever so confused and I don't know what to do, Whether to lash out in revenge and devilish schemes, Or to let it pass and move on to a new scene, But you want to make me jealous and you want to see me hurt, You've just achieved your goal, You've got yourself that job, And when you look at her, My friend she looks right back at you, And neither of you care that I'm right infront of you, I can see the spark is there and the fire will soon be lit, But I want to get some water and throw it all over it, I cannot help these feelings, I hope you understand, I know I no longer have a chance, Goodbye to you my love you have been an expirence to me, I can't be around you at these dark times, While I'm grieving over you, Still wanting to hold you, Even though you weren't that good of a kisser, I never knew I loved you this much until I let you go, But thats what I have to do, I have to let you go, I shouldn't steep in so deep afterall I'm only young, But that was the issue all along And now I'm left here with no one to pass that kind of love to feels like its worthless now, Most people give it to themselves to show some self love and confidence, But I'm just not that kind of person, I'm weird because, I'd rather feel the pain, So that one day when I'm smart enough I'll know then to look no further, That being alone with just friends is one of the strongest things you can do, I have to stop missing you.

By Larna Kira Kourtis
~Peace~
By Larna Kira Kourtis. AKA: LkSkyFlyRose

© 2013 LkSkyFlyRose (All rights reserved)

My soul is trapped.
I don''t get out.
I have tried too scream, but I have no voice.
I will be crazy soon.

My soul is trapped behind the shadow of freedom.
Im thinking "Just a little more, just a little more time".
I can't take it anymore, all the voices in my head gets too loud and I burst into tears.

In the darkest room, farest away, is a girls soul, it screams and hitting the walls, but no one can hear her.

The question is, what will happened when she release?

There is room in my heart for the sweet,
Poetic night spent with friends by the fire.
When our ideas and dreams come together,
forming as one and bonding us even closer.
There is room in my heart for my passions,
Such as personally drawing a permanent picture
on the flesh of my fellow man.
Or for the sweet melody of jazz music
On a chilled winter day.
There is room in my heart for learning.
Being a universe only becoming self aware.
Attaining knowledge from the farest,
Reaches of the human mind.
And teaching each other as family.
There is room in my heart for many things.
Some personal, not to share.
Others for other people, who may not know.
The room in my heart is unlimited,
For it is always open.

When randomly hit with wind gusts
I unsuccessfully try to see my path
And no shadow of lucidity ignites in my mind;

What I might do besides shut them eyes
And budge? Therefore, there I am:
In a trice, all strayed.

'Twas only in the absence of light
That the Universe could conquer itself.
Whether the flame conducting thee perishes;
Don't abide there; 'Tis when to get farest.

i kept putting myself in places different than mine
curious, living it inside my mind

i imagined myself getting hit by a car
instantly becoming a shooting star
i imagined myself jumping off a cliff
where no one else could see
i imagined myself bleeding through deep cuts
at last pouring out my guts
i imagined myself getting shot
in peace with no overthoughts
i imagined myself being loved
as my self love evolves

the last one made me cry
'cause it was the farest of what was mine

From the spirit of awareness,
while playing cold in the growing times of old,
doing right not seeming the farest,
And being so kind is often the rarest.
Breaking the stigma of a point of view,
and perhaps it is true of being the right thing to do.

Cause I may understand a lot, but a lot seems lost,
From paying the cost and gaining the loss,
of being cut off materials of the world of it's one cloth.
And how gracefully we fall right from the top,
when the minds are found but the hearts are so lost.

A stigma we break, till the breaking is broke,
while laughing at the world but you are the joke,
Losing my doubt, but more of my hope,
the actions I do they hardly be spoke.
Oh really, how do I even cope.

The stigma of flesh yearning for silver,
dull eyes dreaming of gold.
And pieces of debt to pay by being your Master's pleaser.
Had it been of my soul being sold, and likewise the world of being so cold.