Kat

“Being In Love

Means hard questions.
Will I? Won't I?
Should I? Could I?
Yes? No?
You?
Me? There is no me
without you.
Is there a you without
me?
And if were truly one.
how will I breathe
when circomstance pries
us
apart?
You are my oxygen.
my substance,
the blood inside my veins.
When
we
touch, you are my skin.
hold all my joy inside of you.
When you go, I
wither.”
― Ellen Hopkins

“I haven't cried since Mom died. I mean, after something like that, what's left to cry about, right? But I let myself cry now. Loss is loss. Doesn't take death to create it. (266)”
― Ellen Hopkins

“Losing It

Some days I think
I'm losing my mind.
What seems so
clear
most of the time
becomes a big question mark.
Am I really
the way
I percieve myself, or
is the person others see
the truth of me? I wait
for
answers, but inside
I know I have to go out
and find them. And
answers
like knowledge, are
not always where we
first look for them.”
― Ellen Hopkins

“Some people
Never find the right kind of love
you know, the kind that steals
your breath away.
Like diving into a snowmelt.
The kind that jolts your heart,
sets it beating apace.
An anxious hiccuping of hummingbirds wings.
The kind that makes every terrible minute apart feel like hours.
Days.
Years.
Some people flit from one insane possibility to the next.
Never experincing the connection of two people.
rocked by destiny.
Never knowing what it means to love someone else,
more than themselves.
More than life itself, or the promise of something better.
Beyond this world,
More even (forgive me!) than god.
Lucky me, I found the right kind of love.
With the wrong person.”
― Ellen Hopkins, Tricks