Sometimes My Heart Is Empty

Sometimes my heart is empty

Sometimes it's full of you

And all the moments in between

I cling into a string

With every gust of wind

Gently, I swing

In my mind I hear you sing

And I am lost

Between the lyrics

Oh you are

A song I can't forget

You're stuck

Deep inside my head

A persisting memory

Your voice resounds

I am lost

Between the emotions you evoke

When my heart is empty

You fill it up again

With feelings more profound

Than the last one it kept

The austerity

Of the lines you sing to me

Stops me from running

Mesmerized by the melody

I am not

The kind of person

Who admires

Singers

And all their poignant lines

But for you

I will make an exemption

For you always fill me

With waves of euphoria

That I forget

The chaos in my head

For you silence

The howlings from the dead

I buried beneath the sands of time

Oh you fill me

With your spilling pieces

And yet

I feel empty

Like I can't get enough

So I spread

Myself like a giant sponge

I'll absorb you

All of you

Until every song you sing

Becomes one

With my poetry

-One with my poetry,

Katie, 22:30

If we can go back in time, relive every moment we have lost, all the dreams trapped in a blurry yesterday, would you take my hand? If we can fall in love again, would you take the chance?

With me?

(Let's fall in love again)

-Katie, 6:15

I'm too cold to be alive.

-katie, 19:00

Why do you need to hide

When my darkness calls

If you love me,

Why are you so terrified?

-katie, 17:15

What if one day, we wake up and find out that everything we ever had, the laughter shared, the late night talks, even the times when we're too dazed to realize we're falling in love weren't real?That the hand I held in mine, the face that looked divine, the kiss that was more intoxicating than wine were just products of an illusion staged to make us believe there is love? What if there is no love in reality? That the web of magical emotions we think we feel is actually a concept conceived in another universe; a concept too complex to be derived in ours? Would you still be brave to look me in the eyes? And if I won't be able to utter a word would you still trust in promises? Or you would just fall asleep and dream with me. Because in dreams, it is easier to believe in anything. There's no need of a hologram projector to show us an illusion of love. I need to know baby. Love for me is just another theory. Like singularity, white holes and black holes. I would like to know if it's something you would give your time to prove. So we can decide right now whether or not our hearts have a place to call home.

-A theory to prove,

Katie, 20:15