It's Ironic How I Love You So Much While You, You Can't Even Recognize Me From The Sea Of Faces Looking

It's ironic how I love you so much while you, you can't even recognize me from the sea of faces looking up to you. The crowd shouts your name; my voice is swallowed by the cacophony. You didn't hear my call. You passed me by without glancing at all. Yet I am glad. I would like you to know I am glad. Everyone admires you; regarded as a gift. That should hold me for a while. You're a Haley's comet; my Haley's comet.

And me? I am the shooting star who fell to make your dream come true.

While it's painful to fall from such a height to end up unrecognized by your heart, I am willing to do it a thousandfold to fulfill even your wildest desire. All in the name of the love you traded with the admiration of the crazed crowd.

-Fall a thousandfold,

(I'll just behold you from afar)

-Katie, 16:00

If your world becomes a desert of snow,

I hope my love is en0ugh to warm you

Stormykatie, April 20th

If I swing the sword

While I cannot see

Will my judgment be

An epitome

Of what this world perceives

Justice would be?

I give good counsel

But I cannot see

Someone blindfolded me

With a cloth

So I can decide

With fairness

But I can hear

Voices urging me

To swing the sword

If I hit someone

I would not know

Because I am blinded

But they say it's just

So I thread thorny paths

I falter, get wounded

For I cannot see

I just follow the voices

Telling me

This way, Themis!

But which way?

I can only hear

And I don't trust the voices

Sometimes they shout

Sometimes they mumble

So now I am lost

The voices stopped

I am engulfed in silence

Where should I go?

Which way should

I swing the sword?

Do I have to

Swing the sword?

Please tell me so

If I have to...

-Swing the sword,

Katie, 18:30

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Is it possible darling

To occupy your heart

Fill whatever space

There is like a piece

Of puzzle that completes

The entirety of your

Exquisite universe

Before somebody

Else resides

In the depth

Of your winding mind

And tear you away

From the thinnest

Thread that connects

My entire being

To your soul

-Your soul

Katie, 23:00

Even my demons stop to listen; savor the cadence of your voice rhyming with my heart, like I finally found the missing line of my unwritten poem.

-Unwritten poem,

Katie, 22:00

“People are people and sometimes we change our minds.”

— Taylor Swift; Breathe