Old Facts, and Nothing Has Changed...And Not an ounce of Hatred exists, really...

 I hate.


And I don't even hate.

I hate this spell that you cast on me

Years past, it's been so long.

Time has slipped

Time has changed
Yet
You still hold me  in your gaze

Hate that I loved you

And that
I love  You stilll

So still, I raise up
this bottle of schwill

cheers to the memory
Cheers to time lost

ANd salute, to the fact.

We've never been lost.








2009 Sept. (original date) Copyright K. Anne Smith

And I am up for hours after our speaking

                       And it doesn't seem fair

That I can't take you with me

                      When it's time for sleeping...  

tHE bOTToM LInE!

FUCK:    Meds
        Alcohol
        Cigarettes
        Xanax
And all the other crutches
That hold you (me) up.

I’m about done with them.
But I want them, and I don’t want to let go.
I want to free my mind but
I don’t know if I can do that without those things…

So, fuck it.
I quit trying to quit.

Copyright K. Anne Smith

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The explicitness
The exuberant
       Joyful, sleeping lust
That waits to be awaken
The moment
The times we remember
The times we cannot forget

The times that seem to haunt us
and to never loosen the grip they have
on our souls

Peace to you, dear friend
Be well on your way
Never forget the time that we had

And never
forget
My wicked ways


© 2002 Kerri A. Smith
-2002-