Opposites

Attract
subtract
We barely know one another
But there’s something about you
That makes me sweat
Sweet goodness
Until today
I walked away
You made me
Have to walk away
when I wanted to stay
And I know you wanted me to stay
But hurt is hurt
And i guess I hurt you
you took me the wrong way
And so you threw it back
I guess we attack what we attract

We used to wait

That song just played
At the place where we met
And for a second
I felt everything all over again
But then
I
Stopped
And I listened
To
Something beyond
My heart and
My memories
And my emotions
And my fears
And my foolishness
Beyond.
You were never mine
You loved me because you needed me for a moment
And now that moment is gone
And so am I
Tonight I dance with the stars of anything and everything there ever was and ever could be
I say goodbye to you

Slow and steady

Binge drinker
Eater
Fucker
I am
I need water
I need sleep
I need to slow the Fuck down
I am
Not in this with you

You

Make me smile
🙂

Your love

Your love
Cuts
Jabs
Shoots
venom
Elastic
Plastic
You
Love to hurt
Anyone you think has hurt you
But your drunk drive reality
Is a little skewed
As you crash and burn hazy
You make everyone
Anyone who loves you crazy
It’s you
To start
It’s you to fall apart
And it’s you who will never really be happy.

Bad

What a bad feeling
You give me
Every time
I think you won’t
Oh well
I don’t care
About you
Or what you do
Or how you are
Or how you feel
Cause you’re not worth caring about to me
You treat me like an enemy
Or a stranger
And so that is how we will remain

Might like you better if we slept together

Down light
Shadows fade
Soft skin
Inside the soft parade
Things unseen
From things unmade
See the light form
From the shade
I will always love
You

Sucks for you

If you don’t reach out and really fight for what you love
Then you’ll lose it and lose out
And one day
Maybe on your death bed
Our maybe even tomorrow
You’ll be that guy regretting
Being stupid
And losing out
But that is where you are
And that sucks for you

Trails and tales

Trails
Of you
And me
Tell tales
Of us we yard sale
The stuff
The pieces
And junk
That reminds me
Of long ago
Way back when
I used to know you
Or at least
I thought I did
It felt like we did
Until it didn’t
Until everything
Between you and me
And of us and all that reminds me of we
Became only junk
And love sunk
In the sinking
Sad feelings
Of love drowning to the sea

I sell the remainder of our short lived love
For a measly 25¢
Cheap
Like our love
Like our love
Looking back now
It’s like our love
Cheap and free

The unrequited love ( between two worlds)

Nothing is more dangerous than desire when it’s wrong

Play dead
To save myself

From you
Handsome devil, you

You
Who
killed me first
Inside
my head and heart
And My love
You tortured
Fucked with enough to ruin
But kept just enough alive to still keep

To have around for
whenever you damn well please
When you want or when you need me
But Only For helping you
And Never for the love of me
And when you don’t want or need me
You push me out
And down
And away
….

…Just enough…
But really not much of anything
anything that’s really real
And you are really not much of that
Or much to love now
I think I’ve reached that point
Where Giving up and going on
Are both the same dead-end to me

Play dead
For only you
And your Dead love
Will end

I hurt so completely, all I could do was laugh

 

-kyoko cole 2014

Stained

Time press
Ink press
Pressure
press her
down
Under and pull one over on her
over head Of clouds

— Time stamp
Life stamp
tramp stamp
Stomp around
going Up and
COMING down
The disabled ramp
excuse me – i mean – the ramp for the disabled
We could be together
if we really tried
if you really wanted it to be
If you allowed it
and I would give it and you my all
If you let me

— But you won’t
And you don’t
And I’m not yours
And you are not mine
Now and
Forever always on
forever always gone

 

-kyoko cole

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