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 Mar 2014 Trisha
Kaitlyn Marie
is the reason so many people are blue
because the sky is casting down on us
and the rare times that we are happy
the sun is breaking through
breaking through the struggles
life's hardships
that one huge sun, but oh so small compared to the sky
can make a beautiful day just by perseverance
we owe it to the sun for being our example
*one to look up to
@Copyright Kaitlyn Weyer
 Mar 2014 Trisha
Emily Dickinson
494

Going to Him! Happy letter!
Tell Him—
Tell Him the page I didn’t write—
Tell Him—I only said the Syntax—
And left the Verb and the pronoun out—
Tell Him just how the fingers hurried—
Then—how they waded—slow—slow—
And then you wished you had eyes in your pages—
So you could see what moved them so—

Tell Him—it wasn’t a Practised Writer—
You guessed—from the way the sentence toiled—
You could hear the Bodice tug, behind you—
As if it held but the might of a child—
You almost pitied it—you—it worked so—
Tell Him—no—you may quibble there—
For it would split His Heart, to know it—
And then you and I, were silenter.

Tell Him—Night finished—before we finished—
And the Old Clock kept neighing “Day”!
And you—got sleepy—and begged to be ended—
What could it hinder so—to say?
Tell Him—just how she sealed you—Cautious!
But—if He ask where you are hid
Until tomorrow—Happy letter!
Gesture Coquette—and shake your Head!
 Mar 2014 Trisha
A
Fingerprint lives
 Mar 2014 Trisha
A
They say,
that nothing you do is of much significance,
there's nothing you'll do that is of much importance,
but the small impact you make,
you have to do.

They say,
That your finger prints are permanent,
on someones life when you grab hold.
no matter how meek,
you leave your mark on their crime scene.

They say,
that love conquers all.
Your knight in shining armor will save you.
A young little pretty woman will love you for you and nurture  you,
until together you die,
on a warm day in bed together,
to continue your lives in eternity, in blissful peace.

They never say the truth.
The story of how we just so happen to be here.
How the only difference betwixt us and an animal is that we escaped natures food chain,
and have made our own controlled by pieces of paper and fat pigs congratulating eachother over brandy and illegal drugs on wall street feeding on our developed Darwinist society.

They never say
How no matter what you'll do your efforts are deleted months after your enviable death.
Self inflected or other wise.
So why do we value our fingerprint lives so dearly?
 Mar 2014 Trisha
Sweetheart
when you touched me
even the slightest trace of your hand on my arm
something was happening deep in my core
your simple embrace illuminated my heart
i had the tingling sensation of love
i would give anything to feel your heart on mine
i crave your touch
i became addicted to the feeling you gave me
only then did i feel connected to you
 Mar 2014 Trisha
Sweetheart
addicted
 Mar 2014 Trisha
Sweetheart
I think i'm addicted
no, not to drugs
not to alcohol
but to pain
not physical pain but emotional
i go through periods of high happiness
when i'm here
i want to feel sad
all i want is to cry and feel something
when he broke my heart
i liked crying
i didn't like being sad
but i liked crying
i don't know why
but i love that feeling
so gut wrenchingly sad
that your heart aches so bad
i love it and hate it at the same time
i'm addicted and can't be treated
 Mar 2014 Trisha
Sweetheart
Im too young
to feel this broken
Too young
to be in love
I was heart broken once
and i vowed to never be again
i waited awhile
then you came along
you showed an interest
and i was optimistic
i said "ill give it a shot"
"Ill be careful"
"i won't get hurt"
i fell
too hard, and too fast
you left me emphatically heartbroken
i vowed this would never happen again
i broke that vow
but this time
i'm serious.
 Mar 2014 Trisha
Sweetheart
short and sweet
you don't deserve me
but i don't care
i will love you anyways
 Mar 2014 Trisha
Sweetheart
If only you knew what i think of you
In the middle of the night when i should be sleeping
In the middle of the day when i see you reading
I don't know if this is love
But i love the way you move
Reading a book, writing a thought, even listening in class
Your idiosyncrasy grabs my heart
If only you knew what I thought of you
when you kissed my lips, I thought it would last
when you held my hand, I was enchanted at last
All i was, was in love with being loved
If only you knew
How i think of you now that you're gone
If only you knew
What i think when i see you with someone new
Ive fallen in love with the way you move
the way you touch
the way you feel
the way  you think
I don't want anyone to fall in love with these things
Because they won't appreciate them the way i do.
 Mar 2014 Trisha
Sweetheart
It's been five months
It comes back in flashes
Talking with friends, reading a book, writing a paper
I can't get away from my memories
I can't stop thinking about you
You flood my mind day in and day out
I cry because Im ashamed
I let myself down
I said I wouldn't fall for you
I said I wouldn't get hurt
You seemed so interested
I was so naiive
I thought you would be the one to end up heartbroken
I was wrong
You broke my heart without looking back
I know you don't think it hurt me because I didn't cry in front of you
But it did
It hurt so bad
What hurts more is that i am still here,
completely infatuated with you months later
and you have already moved on
You're into another girl
I miss you so bad that ive convinced myself that im in love with you
I fantasize about you kissing me in the rain haphazardly
I can only dream about that happening
You can't even look at me let alone muster up the courage to kiss me
I don't know how to get over you and move on
I just wish forgetting you was as easy as you forgot about me
 Mar 2014 Trisha
Sweetheart
Love isn't possible with you
Love isn't when you won't hug me in front of your friends
Love isn't when you stop doing what it took to get me
Love isn't when you look at other girls
Love isn't when you criticize how i stand
Love isn't when you pressure me after i say no
This just isn't love
Love is when I text you sweet messages
Love is when I can just look at you from afar and feel a zoo in my stomach
Love is when I can still miss you after you break my heart
Love is when I hope you are doing okay
Love is when I just want you to be happy again
Love is wanting your smile back
But also, love is wanting my smile back too
This is love.
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