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Kaycee Cook Poem
tell me another pretty lie.
look me in the eye and lie,
a beautiful tall tale,
you claim that i destroyed you,
but what about myself?
I tore myself down trying to build you up,
but i make one mistake and im gone.
i tried everything to make you happy yet fell short
somehow I always made a mistake-
even if nobody else saw it as a mistake.
somehow i was always below you-
even if statistics said otherwise,
you were somehow constantly better than I am.
somehow my image damaged yours, and i don’t understand how,
I achieved so much in so little time,
yet i was damaging to you?
i was damaging when i was the one crying each night alone,
when you were mad i was sad,
and maybe that should’ve said something about you-
but i was blind and in “love”.
i almost apologized to you, but i realized i was never in the wrong
i would’ve never had to lie if you weren’t so angry at everything i did.
Copyright © Kaycee Cook | Year Posted 2021
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Kaycee Cook Poem
what’s mine will come,
but what could’ve been haunts me,
falling has every chance to be beautiful;
but all the flowers grew back as thorns.
the most beautiful type of fear- hope,
when trust is broken- sorry means nothing to me,
i could tell you i deserve better,
because i know for a fact that i do,
ignoring the truth for temporary happiness-
life is infinitely infinite.
everything is supposed to fall into place,
forever until the end i suppose,
replaced my brain with my heart-
signed a liability with the devil.
they promised me it would all make sense again,
but i’m losing everything i’ve ever known,
i exist in nothing but the moments,
doubt does not deserve me;
you do not deserve me.
how could i forget i am capable?
i was robbed of every star i caught,
hell is empty and they stand in my life,
why is it that chaos is my only friend?
i wanna feel all of the emotion,
how do i think when im surrounded by clouds-
bleeding from the top-
what’s mine still has yet to come.
Copyright © Kaycee Cook | Year Posted 2021
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Kaycee Cook Poem
I guess it is cold- wind shakes my body,
I watch behind grey clouds- lost and scared,
The people- I see them, but they only “see” me,
They can not see the weather.
I guess it is raining- it's pouring down from my eyes,
I look down- let it pour,
It can not add too much to the flood,
The wind and the rain mix.
I guess the air is too thick- hard to take in,
I gasp, I struggle, I can not breathe,
The wind, the air, the rain combine,
I stumble with each step.
There is hail now.
It hits me, over and over, knocking me down,
I can not hide the storm behind closed curtains,
The windows break.
The people- the people see now,
The storm breaking through the windows behind my eyes,
They stand- worried, unsure of why i did not prepare,
They can not feel what they see.
They walk away leaving me-
shaking from the wind, crying with the rain,
fighting against the air, falling with the hail,
They leave me to repair before my next storm.
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Kaycee Cook Poem
a siren is always a woman,
a poison disguised as a temptress,
a coaxer who kills-
but in reality it’s not always a woman.
the sweet song can come from a man,
the lies sound so tempting and real;
you fall right into the trap.
you look like a fool who fell in love.
everything he offers sounds so nice,
so different from than it was before,
it’s like sugar, but it’s actually salt,
everything you believed seems to be a lie.
for a moment everything is great-
you believe everything he says,
he loves you.
you supposedly mess it up-
the song turns into screams,
everything you dreamt of comes crashing down-
you ruined everything.
it hurts you more than you’d like to admit,
everyone thinks you’re stupid looking for the siren.
you were the fool who fell in love,
once again with a tempting mistake-
the same things you heard before-
drew you in once again.
you fell for the siren that was a man.
-kayc
Copyright © Kaycee Cook | Year Posted 2021
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