There was no pi#241ata by KissingKate24, literature
Literature
There was no pi#241ata
She was blindfolded, spun around in circles, and left to die. She searched for a piñata that didn’t exist. She kept swinging and missing, not realizing she was only ever swinging at herself. With broken bones and cut open arms, she begged for someone to show her the way. But there was no piñata. She took the blindfold off, to find that she was lost. She wasn’t a little girl in a back yard anymore, she was in a dark forest lost in her own thoughts. She was convinced that the creatures of the forest caused her scars and bruises, not acknowledging that she was holding the bat. She was never spun around in circles, she sat on a merry-go-round until she puked. She was never blindfolded, she closed her eyes. She was never left to die, she locked herself out of the house. There was no piñata. Just a little girl with pigtails and self hatred.
Abandonment Issues Or Something Like It by KissingKate24, literature
Literature
Abandonment Issues Or Something Like It
You didn’t abandon me. You’re here right now so you didn’t abandon me. You just came when all the bad stuff already happened. But you didn’t abandon me. You just weren’t here when I desperately needed someone to tell me how to not kill myself cuz I couldn’t possibly think of a way to stay alive. You weren’t here when I was slitting my skin open on the shower floor. You just weren’t here when I sat here sobbing, begging for someone, anyone, to help me. But you didn’t abandon me, right? Cuz you’re here now. 🙄😒🙄
1. Every time i hear your name, my voice shakes and my body forgets to be mine. It remembers every touch.
2. You said I’d be ok. Maybe I forgot what ok feels like. You said i’d be ok.
3. I drove a coworker to the homeless shelter you used to frequent. I kept expecting you to appear. You never did. I forgot my own name by the time I got home.
4. Sometime I search for you in crowds or go to our old spots in hopes that you’re there. The drs say this is “self-destructive behavior”. I think I just want reassurance that it really happened. Reassurance that I’m not crazy.
5. I kept all your letters. One day, m
Letters Ill Never Send 2 by KissingKate24, literature
Literature
Letters Ill Never Send 2
Dear Travis,
I know this might come as a surprise to you but 12 year olds aren’t capable of consent. Especially not with a 24 year old man. I wish I knew who I would’ve been without you. I wish I could’ve seen the non broken version. I wish someone could’ve saved me. I want to burn your jacket and your letters and every inch of my skin. I want justice but I don’t want scrutiny so I don’t do it. I wish I could do it.
Dear Lee,
Thank you. While I don’t agree with everything that happened, I’m so thankful for the things you taught me. I’m thankful that you’re willing to watch my journe
blame is not a lost and found by KissingKate24, literature
Literature
blame is not a lost and found
you pick up blame like mismatched socks at a laundromat.
like if you don’t claim it, no one will,
not realizing that blame belongs to no one.
blame is not a lost and found.
it’s not there to scrounge through until you find the thing that fits.
blame is not the dropped pennies on the sidewalk
or the free recliner on the curb.
blame is no one’s.
blame is everyone’s.
I'm trying so hard to hold my breath but I keep inhaling at the wrong moments I find myself inhaling your voice every time you speak I shouldn't be drowning for you... ...but I want to
i wanna tell you i love you... by KissingKate24, literature
Literature
i wanna tell you i love you...
I don't say the words in fear of you rejecting them You don't say the words in fear of regretting them We're going around in circles "I want you" "I hate you" "I want you" "I hate you" I can't fucking live without you But I don't say that And you don't ask You say the words when you're drunk Then apologize in the morning I say them back when you're drunk Cuz I know you'll accept them We're going around in circles "I love you" "I'm sorry" "I love you" "I'm sorry" I really fucking mean them But I don't say that And you don't ask
i wanna ask for your number but what if you say no by KissingKate24, literature
Literature
i wanna ask for your number but what if you say no
Every time you look at me, my heart skips approximately ten beats. I can't explain why. Maybe it's the way you look at me like you see something no one else sees. We make eye contact and the entire world stops. Sometimes I want the world to stay frozen so I can look at you longer. We both try so hard to not get caught starring, but we can't help but look. Everything you say makes me laugh. I can't explain why. Maybe it's the way you call everyone a bitch. You say something and I instantly chuckle. I wish the world would stay frozen so I could laugh with you longer. We both try so hard to stop the laughter, but as soon as we make eye contact it begins again. I think I could fall in love with you and your asshole tendencies.
1. Every time i hear your name, my voice shakes and my body forgets to be mine. It remembers every touch.
2. You said I’d be ok. Maybe I forgot what ok feels like. You said i’d be ok.
3. I drove a coworker to the homeless shelter you used to frequent. I kept expecting you to appear. You never did. I forgot my own name by the time I got home.
4. Sometime I search for you in crowds or go to our old spots in hopes that you’re there. The drs say this is “self-destructive behavior”. I think I just want reassurance that it really happened. Reassurance that I’m not crazy.
5. I kept all your letters. One day, m
Letters Ill Never Send 2 by KissingKate24, literature
Literature
Letters Ill Never Send 2
Dear Travis,
I know this might come as a surprise to you but 12 year olds aren’t capable of consent. Especially not with a 24 year old man. I wish I knew who I would’ve been without you. I wish I could’ve seen the non broken version. I wish someone could’ve saved me. I want to burn your jacket and your letters and every inch of my skin. I want justice but I don’t want scrutiny so I don’t do it. I wish I could do it.
Dear Lee,
Thank you. While I don’t agree with everything that happened, I’m so thankful for the things you taught me. I’m thankful that you’re willing to watch my journe
blame is not a lost and found by KissingKate24, literature
Literature
blame is not a lost and found
you pick up blame like mismatched socks at a laundromat.
like if you don’t claim it, no one will,
not realizing that blame belongs to no one.
blame is not a lost and found.
it’s not there to scrounge through until you find the thing that fits.
blame is not the dropped pennies on the sidewalk
or the free recliner on the curb.
blame is no one’s.
blame is everyone’s.
I'm trying so hard to hold my breath but I keep inhaling at the wrong moments I find myself inhaling your voice every time you speak I shouldn't be drowning for you... ...but I want to
i wanna tell you i love you... by KissingKate24, literature
Literature
i wanna tell you i love you...
I don't say the words in fear of you rejecting them You don't say the words in fear of regretting them We're going around in circles "I want you" "I hate you" "I want you" "I hate you" I can't fucking live without you But I don't say that And you don't ask You say the words when you're drunk Then apologize in the morning I say them back when you're drunk Cuz I know you'll accept them We're going around in circles "I love you" "I'm sorry" "I love you" "I'm sorry" I really fucking mean them But I don't say that And you don't ask
i wanna ask for your number but what if you say no by KissingKate24, literature
Literature
i wanna ask for your number but what if you say no
Every time you look at me, my heart skips approximately ten beats. I can't explain why. Maybe it's the way you look at me like you see something no one else sees. We make eye contact and the entire world stops. Sometimes I want the world to stay frozen so I can look at you longer. We both try so hard to not get caught starring, but we can't help but look. Everything you say makes me laugh. I can't explain why. Maybe it's the way you call everyone a bitch. You say something and I instantly chuckle. I wish the world would stay frozen so I could laugh with you longer. We both try so hard to stop the laughter, but as soon as we make eye contact it begins again. I think I could fall in love with you and your asshole tendencies.
You changed my perspective by KissingKate24, literature
Literature
You changed my perspective
I didn't believe in love at first sight
but there was something about your smile
that made me wanna wake up next to you.
I don't mean sex.
I mean when we're sixty and the world has finally slowed down.
There was something about the way you said my name
that made me throw all my inhibitions out the window.
My name sounded 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 in your mouth.
I didn't believe in love at first sight.
But then I saw you.
toeing the edge of the rubicon by MisfitableGrae, literature
Literature
toeing the edge of the rubicon
freshman year of college,
i break the first rule of dorming with someone else:
i touch her stuff. it’s october, and just starting
to get cold. i wear a sweater and a jacket at all times now,
but i’m always caught off guard by the rain.
i don’t watch the weather reports anymore;
this has something to do with
why i am on my roommate’s side of the dorm,
but i do not connect the two.
it takes me an hour. it shouldn’t,
but it does. i stop to look out the window, to examine my hands,
to wonder why they are not shaking.
i stop to write, but i don’t get much farther than
“dear mom and dad” before
on the day we are supposed to meet,
i will be too sad to get out of bed.
destiny will knock insistently on my door, will
stick its head through the opening and call my name,
softly and then louder when i do not respond.
it will pick its way through the chaos of
my bedroom, over shoes and socks and sweaters
i haven’t worn in a week and shake my shoulder.
i will close my eyes and roll over.
i will have eaten too much the day before. i will have not
eaten at all the day before. i will feel like my hands
are only good for dropping second chances on the floor next to
dirty underwear and last week’s failed midterm and half full cups
it’s Christmas, so you sleep with him.
it’s Christmas and your family is thousands of miles away
and you’re lonely and it’s snowing ad he drove you home and
he let you pick the first movie and he picks the second one,
a comedy you’ve never heard of before and when he laughs,
he looks at you to make sure you’re laughing too,
so you sleep with him.
and maybe you always thought you would be in love with the first person
to bruise your body in places only you and the mirror ever see,
maybe you thought he’d be younger; maybe you thought you’d be. maybe
you thought the lights would be on or your unde
the myths i'll tell my daughters by MisfitableGrae, literature
Literature
the myths i'll tell my daughters
i like to think eve and pandora fall in love with each other.
and every god in every heaven is afraid of them,
the women who taught men to sin and then get to be
happy in the end. i like to think eve bakes apple pies
to celebrate long weekends, that pandora always opens
her birthday presents too early, that they get to grow
old and stubborn and surly wrapped around each other
with a fire in the living room and laughter just a breath away.
i like to think there’s an after to stories like theirs,
that the gods created them but couldn’t control them,
that we pass our expiration date and outgrow our
purpose but continue existing an
years ago i met a boy who smelled like listerine and ash and tea. his short beard was always prickly and his hands were always calloused when he pushed mine away.
i asked him once, lying shoulder to shoulder under the firefly filled sky, if he thought i could catch a star with my bare hands. he laughed and said "not yours, they're too soft," so i spent suns and moons and calendars trying to become hard.
the first time i ever saw him, i decided that i would save him, save the helpless, hiding soul he had left to fester behind cold eyes. but when he saw me, he reached into my chest and squeezed, and all of the juice that made me /me/ spilled
i think you are lovely.
but i am not in love with you,
and by the fifth time you catch my eye and look
away just as quickly, i realize
that i cannot will myself into being so.
if love were as simple as a field of flowers,
i swear i would pick you a bouquet
of daises, and make sure that every petal you
picked off ended with ‘she loves me’.
if love were as reliable as the sun,
i would never stand so far away from you that our
shadows did not touch.
if love were as predictable as the weather,
i swear i would spend every storm
kissing you in the rain.
if love were as fair as Lady Justice
i would tie a scarf around my eyes
and sp
I knew you were gone. Even before I reached across the bed and felt nobody there. I turned my head to face what would have been you, now only the slightest indication that someone else might have been lying beside me.
It might have been a dream if not for your scent lingering in the aftermath of a night that I know I will soon lament.
You came to me like you always did; like a stray leaf on an autumn breeze. And how the storm followed...
I hoped you might have left a note - written me one last line. Something like goodbye. But you didn't.
I wear your ring on a chain around my neck to remind me that I was once yours. And you were once mine
I wish I could remember you without wanting to cry or have a fight. I imagine it’s a testament to the sheer magnitude of the agony you caused and the depths of the scars you left behind. But I suppose that’s what happens when everything suddenly becomes nothing – there’s always collateral damage. It’s been almost a decade, not that I expect you to remember; you were well on your way before you left me in the ruins of us. But if it was what you wanted, I wouldn’t have stood in the way of it. After all, what was my life compared to your happiness? I do hope you’re happy. Even against every one of my sensibilities. But in an ‘I still love you’ kind of way rather than a ‘I wish you all the best’ way. If I didn’t then I’d probably wish you were dead. Sometimes I’ll see something that reminds me of you and I’ll smile at the memory of how good it used to be, but it will quickly devolve into a mass of silent anger and stifled torment
I'm going to go through my poetry and update them to fit more of my current writing style. I'll still leave the old poem but I wanna see if I can make something new out of them as well.
Hello there - thank you for faving my work way back in December I was away for long so was unable to respond! "My Six Word Stories" is what you fav'd. Hope you're doing well