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i don't think i believe in love.

sitting here now, if i were to pick apart myself, i don't think there would be anything. if feeling had taken shape of an object. you wouldn't find love, or lust, or happiness, or sadness. there wouldn't be anything.

i've never had a kid. of course i wouldn't ever do anything to harm my family. if i had kids, i suppose i wouldn't want to harm them either, though most people do harm their kids. 

is that love, then? the lack of violence?

then i love you more than anything.

because when i am with you i am still and unmoving you might think me dead.
perhaps you are sucking the life from me.
perhaps that is why i can no longer feel the things
i once thought meant more than possessions.
I lean in to kiss you.
I push hard, because I want you
to love me. and you push back
because you want to fuck me.

I am a cliche. for so long
I believed that you loved me
even when there were sings
to prove that you did not.
I am that girl

that clings to an idea of love
fed to her by the twisted mouth 
of someone just as hungry.
you unclip my jeans, you push 
back my neck, and I hold onto
you tight, thinking 

this is love, this is how you
i grind my palm into my stomach
and it crumbles like the soft rock
towering the highway, crashing on
the paved road.

i am not at a loss as to how it is
i became so weak. i sat myself
down one night a while ago
as i shivered from your words,
and i said

soak it in, let it poison you.

i am not a drug addict. but in you
i looked for the possibility of feeling.

and you did poison me.

i sit within dreams where your mouth
is wet, and tugging me, and my
hands are pressed deep within the 
parts of you that stay warm. 

i am not cold. but my bones ache
as if they are, perhaps it is because
you are so close, or perhaps it is
because the air stills when you
are near.

in the morning i wake with my mouth
dry and my palms wet and my shoulders
aching. and my voice stumbles, as if it
slipped out in the middle of the night
to find you.

i can never find you.
i do not blame you
for the absence.

i know that if you were brave enough
you would stay. i know that if your
skin did not crawl with fever from
the possibility of me, the lack of me

you would be here.
the protector
MBTI and ramblings from stress and lack of sleep and whatever else it is i'm experiencing.
completely cleared out my inbox (there were about a thousand things in there holy hell) 

and so i was wondering if you guys could send some deviations my way.
they can be yours or anyone's. 
who are your favorite da writers lately? da poems/stories? does this place still kick out awesome writings, or has everyone and their words fled to twitter and tumblr?



Artist | Literature
heavily preoccupied poor book-thieving twenty one year old that sometimes writes.

note: i am terrible at responding. it's nothing personal. i'm losing my mind.


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SRSmith Featured By Owner Oct 9, 2014   Writer
Your webcam message is fantastic! I hope you're having an excellent day!
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jade-pandora Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2014
Well done, Kait! :juggle:
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XTRQS Featured By Owner Apr 26, 2014
Your webcam is the best thing I've seen all day!
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Adravis Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2014
Welcome back
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