You, You, You!

You, you, you!

I feel it in my bones

Crave it in my lips

As it runs wild in my blood

There are things in this life

Euphoric moments stuck

Like they're gonna last

And for me it's all

You, you, you!

So welcome me

In your arms at last!

-Welcome me at last,

Katie, 21:00

I want to be lost

In my ocean of thoughts

Linger in the depth

Of my rambling chaos

//

Perhaps to be lost is better

Than have me stand

Infront of you

But never seen

For you seek

The comfort

Of winding lies

Not the beautiful fiasco

Of black stormy hair

Freckled facial skin

A pair of clear brown eyes

Dancing about your face

Once in a while they stop

To stare

A little deeper

Like they're trying to probe

Into your soul

Completely shrouded

In an exquisite smile

A perfect masquerade

//

I try to know you

Like a sacred creed

But you hide beneath

Layers of cemented lies

You refuse to speak

To my exposed soul

Cast away the truth

Back to the grave

Where it spent

Eons of incarceration

//

Why wouldn't you look at me

As I bare it all

I stand in stark nudity

Before you

But you turn away

//

Are you afraid

To discover what's engraved

In my bones

For so long

Your name

Tattooed in me

In my soul

A beautiful calligraphy

Of pain

An anguished scream

Swallowed by the wind

A tale

Of love and lost

Spilled carelessly

In ancient Baybayin

-Tattooed in me,

Katie, 20:00

(Baybayin is an ancient pre-colonial Philippine writing system.The term Baybay literally means "to spell" in Tagalog.)

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

— Taylor Swift; Breathe

Ours is not a romance. It is a tragedy. History made it so. Not to tell a lesson. But to make people feel...feel something. Love is not always good for the heart. It is not always butterflies in the stomach, or a bouquet of freshly picked roses. It is a game that we have to play sometimes. Even though the rules are not always fair and you have to die a death you don't deserve to give life to the other. You can't complain. Nor file an appeal. That's not how it works. For the jury, it doesn't always give its verdict in favor of the hopeless romantic. The judge passes your sentence with the pound of his gavel. And the next thing you know, you're being thrown in a faraway dungeon. No, it is not a romance at all. History has its own messy twists, don't you think? And love...it is not always blissful. So if you have to drink from that cup, make sure you are capable of enduring unspeakable things. For that's the essense of everything love has ever put forth for the sake of its own godly name.

-Love isn't always good for the hopeless romantic,

Katie, 20:00

What’s inside of a woman?

//

If you will rip off her skin-layer after layer; what would you find? After the blood ran dry and her bones are exposed, would you see her there? Would the stripped layers of flesh be able to tell you who she is? Like a Matryoshka doll; a doll inside of a doll, a figure inside of a figure.

//

Do you think such is true to me, a woman in every way? If you start skinning me now, do you hope to finally meet me in my deepest parts? Parts I wouldn’t even dare to expose to any soul. Do you think this flesh that covered me is just a beautiful façade shrouding a mysterious person? That every moment we lock eyes, you aren’t really looking at me? That when we kiss, your lips are just gliding gently against a soft and warm flesh that doesn’t possess a life, a name, a soul?

//

What’s inside of a woman?

//

I dare you to find out for yourself. Tear my clothes off like you’re impatient to see the skin beneath. Then rip that skin off, all of it. Expose my bones to the elements and see if I change like an iron rusting. Do it with the atrocity of a beast. And if you ever find out that inside me lies an oasis of dreams and hopes and thoughts of you bundled in bleeding prose and poetry, I hope you will embrace me then;put me back together again. I am a woman;a Matryoshka doll. I can only contain my secrets for so long.

-A Matryoshka doll,

Katie, 7th of July, 13:00

Moon illuminates

Your face in all its chaos

My heart is enthralled

Forgotten all its sorrows

I tried to think since when

Weirdness turned into a friend

Words gushed out like stream

Like they have never been

Enslaved underneath

A stone cold flesh

Suppressed shrieks

Of a heart barely beating

Time may have heard it

As we sat silently waiting

For drizzles to stop

Our worlds suddenly interlapped

Caught in a whirlpool of dreams

A quest each night star screams

I wonder how it came to be

A friendship of you and me

Bizarre as it may seem

A flower in spring it bloomed

Your smile feels like home

Eyes speak of long, lost songs

And if daylight ever crumbles

I swear to remember the bubbles

Of thoughts we shared that night

As our souls bathed in starlight!

-Starlight

(8th Avenue)

Katie, 19:11

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