Love

I said goodnight, and hung up the phone.
He didn't know, how could he know?
Know how much it hurt everytime I had to say good bye, even if just for a little while.
He didn't know how much it hurt me every time he walked out the door, or he left the room for all of a minute.
It was selfish of me to want him around so much, to be just in his presence.
It was what I craved, what I needed.
Of course, we couldn't be together twenty-four/seven, like I desired.
He had to leave, it wasn't like he voluntarily did it to me.
Phone calls and texting weren't the same, but at least I had some contact with him.
But nothing is as good as being with him, just to have him in the same room as me.
Everything melted away then, everything was perfect. There was no fear or wrongdoing when he was there. I could fly with him there.
It was...perfect.
Simply perfect bliss.
Of course, bliss only lasts so long before it too dissolves, when he leaves or hangs up the phone.
I love him so much, the world will never understand just how much.
And that, my friend, is one of the joys in life. To be in love, and to love someone so much that it hurts.
But it's the good hurt, the hurt that when you were a little girl yourself you dreamed of having.
And now that you possess such..love, such hurt that it feels so good you want more.
And no, this isn't a sexual kind of love, it's the intimate love of..just pure love.
Nothing is as...sweet and innocent as this love.
The love of your life that you want to keep forever.
This is the love that you want to marry, the love you want to die with, the love you want to be buried next to, preferably still holding his hand.

This is the love of a lifetime.



Please don't lose your love.
And please don't make me lose mine.









AN: The author has just committed the crime of a lifetime. Instead of covering her feelings for that one person in her life, for once she let the best words she could to describe it flow onto the screen. For once, there was no feeling-burial. Just...love.



I love you James.

Run Away Little Child

Run Away Little Child
You know they don’t want you
You know they don’t care
People may say
And people may act
But we all know a lie
Run away little child
It’s your destiny
Run little child, and your teddy too
It’s okay, I’ll care for you

AN: We'll run this on a "don't ask, don't tell".....

xo

Kayy

Memory-Ghosts

She wandered down the streets, wondering why she was here. The streets were dark, it was nearly dusk. Memories stared at her like ghosts from the shadows as she walked along. She didn't want to be here, to many memories were recalled.
The heavens opened up, their tears mingling with her own. Thunder and lightening were the heavens sobs, as she cried her own. Her shoulders heaved up and down, and finally she could bear it no longer.
She fell to her knees, straight to the asphalt. She could bear the memories no longer.
She laid on the ground, crying, soaking wet, as she cried with the skies.
The memory-ghosts stared, and prodded at her. Sharp pains through her mind as their psychological fingers stabbed her, drained her.
She cried harder, alone on the ground, in a place where she knew she shouldn't have returned to and never would again.
It seemed too much to bear.
She couldn't stand the memory-ghosts, and couldn't stand the unmerciless pain they inflicted on her.
The heavens had sympathy, closing their eyes, and looking away.
The Sun peeked shyly out, looking at the girl laying in the road.
The memory-ghosts fled away, running from the strength the Sun flung down.
The girl peeked out, straightening and wiping her tears away. She watched in awe as the Sun sent her an angel, a glorious angel.
He stepped from the clouds, and walked to where she was on the ground, crumpled and broken.
The Sun's angel sat down, his brillance was too much for her to bear; she had to turn away.
He turned her chin, forcing her to look at him.
He wiped a remaining tear from her cheek, and took her into his arms.
The angel stood, one fluid motion, and walked bravely down the street.
He carried her as far away from those streets, from the memory-ghosts.
She clung to his chest, thanking the Sun for sending him to her.
The angel looked down at her, smiling, and kissed her.
She kissed him back, and when she pulled away she frowned.
"What is it, my dear?" he asked her.
"It's you.." She saw her angel was someone she knew of for a long time, but never had the wonderous pleaseure of meeting. Until now.
She kissed her angel, and clung to his chest.
He carried her off, far away from the memory-ghosts, never to return again.



AN: okay so, I named this one Memory-Ghosts for lack of better title. I hope you enjoyed it.
Leave me love

xo
Kayy

Drink My Love

Okay so I have no idea what this is, just that I need to let it out because it's been rolling around in my head for awhile and quite frankly I'm afraid it's creating too much static electricity. haha
Enjoy

Drink my love

Drink until you can no longer

It won't hurt much

Just a tinge

Drink my love

It won't harm him

Drink my love,

drink as much as you can stand

Don't ask what it is

or what is consists of

Just know I love you

sweet beautiful love of mine

Drink my love,

drink of me.

And I shall drink of you.

Drink my love.

Haha okay so after reading that, sounds like a creepy vampire love story haha.

Well, leave me love

xo

Kayy

Shattered

Alone, I sat and cried.
Such a minor fight, a little thing, that brought a revelation.
If only he'd answer the phone I thought, tears streaming down my face.
What do you do in a situation like this?
So I sat.
And cried.
Hours passed. He wouldn't answer phone calls, texts, nothing.
So alone I sat.
And cried.
Finally, finally!, after what seemed like an eternity, a text rang on my phone
"I am so sorry for ever hurting you, I'm sorry you ever cried over me.."
I read in horror, reading words from him that were twisted, true yet untrue.
"..I'm so sorry for everything, I feel like I've failed you..."
You haven't failed me, love...
"..that I have taken away your freedom.."
You freed me.
"..like I keep you trapped. I need you to live your life to the fullest..."
And I will, with you there.
"...to fight for what is most important to you and do what you want to do without anyone getting in your way..."
The words seemed so...final...I wanted to stop reading, to call him and tell him I loved him.
Tell him he was all wrong...
The texts flooded in, his voice echoed the words as I read..
"...Be what you want to be, do what you want to do. Don't let anyone ever stop you, don't ever let anyone tell you that you can't do something."
Tears strolled down my face as I hurriedly called him...I couldn't bear it any longer. His voice sounded adter the first ring.
"I love you. I never meant to hurt you. Goodbye, my love, you deserve better. You're free."
A single sound ended the call,
ended his life.
ended my world.
Everything.
Shattered.





AN: Okay, so I have to make this very clear. This was a fictious writing I wrote after discovering things about some friends. I'll say that much. Everything is okay, everyone's okay. Like I said, it's fiction. It may not seem like a good writing to you, but I know the value....


leave me love
xo
Kayy

Into to Kayy Writes

Okay, so many have heard of my sorta new blog, Inspirations Haven, and well, every good writer needs an outlet.
As much as I love and adore Inspirations Haven, that's my "inspirational" blog, my practice for my dream job of writing an inspirational column.
What some don't know, is that I also want to become a published author.
And alongside my up-and-coming, working-on-it novel From Ebony To Ivory, I needed an outlet for the little Random Writings.
So thus, I found you.
I used to keep a little binder that would follow me everywhere.
But it was discovered and confiscated.
And so I thought, if it's online it cant be confiscated but rather exposed to many people.
So my little notebook that I had in addition to the binder is still my shadow, but I need a public outlet.
I need to let my voice be heard.
Will you listen?

xo
Kayy