KassWritesMetaphors

Maybe We Aren't Meant To Be Great

Maybe we aren't meant to make bold moves and impress everyone, maybe some of us are born to love and be loved. Maybe some are born to live our own little lives and become something that doesn't really impact the world. Maybe we aren't born to fit into the world, but perhaps to create a world of our own.

7 Years

Sometimes we avoid our problems because we are afraid. Sometimes it hurts to know the truth. We

keep our hands over our ears because we don’t want to hear the obvious screaming at us. It’s easy to

pretend problems aren’t there when you don’t encounter them. But when you’re laying in bed all alone,

staring at the ceiling with dampened eyes, scratching at the tips of your fingers, you can’t hold your

hands over your ears because the voices inside you can’t be silenced. At night when the voices tell you

that nobody could love a clingy emotional control freak like yourself and the voices remind you of that

old saying that gum takes 7 years to digest and your skin cells replace themselves every 7 years and it

gives me hope that even if it takes 7 years I can get you out of my system and out from under my skin.

Maybe in seven years I’ll be someone knew. Maybe in seven years I’ll forget about you.

Water Cycle

How come you only talk to me when it’s convenient for you? I don’t know how I ended up on your blacklist, but I know I did something. I’m sorry for who I am. I am a forest fire, slowly but surely burning down all the pretty things in my path. It’s too bad that no matter how many things I destroy, I can’t burn the image of the sea in your eyes, because I can’t burn water. I’ll just keep boiling our memories until they evaporate.

My Mistake

My depression was never gradual. I don’t remember when or how I became who I am, but I know it wasn’t over time. I just remember laying in bed when I was six years old and telling myself I didn’t deserve my life because I made a fifty-nine on a subtraction worksheet. I guess being an honours student your whole life sucks. Not because of what people expect out of you, but because of what you expect out of yourself. The only time I stopped caring about maintaining A’s was when I was with him and all I cared about was maintaining his heart. It’s hard to aim for two targets with one arrow. As soon as I got the arrow on his target, he waited until I got too comfortable and then ripped it out. Or was it my heart he ripped out? Either way, it’s all the same. Never fall for something that’s too good to be true.

Blessing Or A Curse?

Sleep. Something I can’t seem to get. Something that shows me how effortless her beauty is. Her curls sprawled out, her mouth gaping open, yet still maintaining that sweet perfection. My crystal, my gem, the only one I loved. Now I just wish I could burn every picture of us I painted in my mind. I at least wish they were abstract, but I see every curve and every shade of you. I’ve got the curse of an artist’s mind.

Aimless Writing

Everybody wants to go be something more than they are, but when I look at you, I can’t see anything you could possibly want to change. To me, you are perfection. To me, you are more than I’ve ever dreamed of. I’ve never had anyone that lets me know how much I matter, up until I met you. I feel so loved and whenever I look at you I feel like this is why I’ve dealt with all the pain and misery. I’d live a thousand lives of suffering for one life with you.

Cynics vs. Dreamers

Who said dreamers have to wake up? Let them dream all they want, let them never open their eyes to the cynical world. Let them never open their eyes to jealousy and hate. Let them dream.

I Don't Like Liars

stop lying to me, i know you don’t love her

you whispered those words between the gaps in my teeth not long ago