It’s just who you are
I act like a bitch
Because I’m dealing with you
And you
Is not
Someone
I want to deal with anymore
It’s just who you are
I act like a bitch
Because I’m dealing with you
And you
Is not
Someone
I want to deal with anymore
Is not good enough
This is a message to myself
I’m sorry
I wish you understood me better
But you choose to only see the me
That is so alone
It’s unbearable
If I know how to fix it I would
But I can’t change others and
Everywhere I look
Points me in the same direction
I have no one
And no one has me
Remember the Buddhist temple
Under the biggest rock
And whatever is left of the Bush beside my front door
I don’t want to do this no more
Sorry
But why did you have to be so mean?
I wasn’t mean to you until you got really mean
I just don’t get it
Cause I had so much love in my heart for you
And you would trash be every time
You are responsible for your actions
And those actions lead to making people like they don’t belong
Especially unwanted to you
I guess you forgot what it’s like to be in love and have someone crush you just because they can.
I’d rather crush myself
Are you here with me now?
No
Do you try to understand and be kind?
No
Do you even care about me at all?
I wouldn’t know because you don’t even try to keep me around
I thought we had something special
So that’s why I’m so hurt that you could be this way now. It hurts
You’re not hurting at all.
I always thought about you
And wanted to make you happy
But why do I care about you so much
When you don’t give a damn about me.
I see your actions
And that’s not seeing you
You didn’t even say goodbye on my birthday
… Decent?
You make me out to be such a bad person but you’re just plain mean and careless and cruel.
You lie all the time
But blame me
You won’t ever see
Until I’m gone.
Like gone for good.
This has been the hardest time in my life
And I don’t even have you giving me love
Like the love I gave you
I’m an idiot.
You don’t have a heart cause you know pain and you csuse it by doing what hurts me the most.
When you don’t have to.
This is my end.
I’m so heartbroken
It’s beyond repair
This blog started as my creative little poems about the good -the bad -the unknown
But now it’s become my only friend
And I’m even tired of it
And what is turned into
This is my end
I shouldn’t be here
Now I know
That this is not where I belong.
we never know
Until it’s too late
Maybe we do
But you never think it will happen to you
Until it does
Then you care
Love
Love
Love
Love
Thanks
Giving
Me
Solitude
Every ten years
Covered in more fears
Rainy days and Thursdays
Always get me down
Trapped inside this body
Inside this life
….
All lies
Allies
Ha
I hope everyone has a very lovely and harmonious Thanksgiving. There’s a lot to be thankful for – even when times are difficult. Give love to the ones you love before it’s too late. Cherish the moments.
Lots of love to all of you
-kyoko
I’m not holding on
But I’m not giving up
Without some kind of fight
Because he means something to me
And to a lot of people
And i also mean something to him
When it’s his time
And he wants to go
He will let me know
So don’t get pissed off
At something
You will never understand – Love
Just because you’re fucked up
Doesn’t mean you should be put to death
And just because everyone gives up on you
Doesn’t mean that’s the right thing to do
Pain is pain
And if he’s suffering
And i see his quality of life diminish
Then I’ll do what needs to be done
But until then I’m gonna fight for a life that is worthy of living
Funny how we are so quick to put animals out of their mystery
But not people
And the what’s more funny is
People can speak the words that they are in pain and suffering
Animals can’t
We just assume the minute they get sick that they need to be put to sleep
Cause it’s easier for us to do that
Than to deal with something more difficult and someone other than ourselves
You are incapable of love
It’s not me
I will forget you.
I will be okay.
starts with a cat
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either way
i rarely seem to win
yet always seem to lose.
you tingle
and mingle
you have taught yourself to become numb
i stupidly follow
your fucked up trail
the trap you leave
with each crumb.
it starts with a smile
followed by a kiss
but after awhile
it’s only the ghost i miss
some stairs
going up
only leading me down
backwards path
i can’t do the math
but i know
that’s where you go
always way down low
where nothing can grow
a basement
a ditch
a switch
a dungeon
a dark prison vault
a bottomless pit
full of your shit
yet you always make it my fault.
i am not here
nor am i there
i am no longer anywhere
not like you care
if i am or if i’m not
but i got
something in my pocket
and whatever is left in my heart
and that right now
for me…
is a good place to start.
or end…
-kyoko cole
Why?
If God exists then why would he/she want us to suffer?
It makes no sense
It’s cruel
And unfair
And I hate this so called God
Or whoever
Whatever
Is in charge
Of taking
Away
The things ( that aren’t just things)
I love
If there is a God…
Why would you do this?
You have completely destroyed my heart.

Another visit to the vet
Almost 3 am
It doesn’t sound good
Please pray for buster
Send him love and good thoughts and positive energy right now
He means the world to me.
I love you buster.
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