I used to believe there was a You out there waiting for me. That one day all this mess would make sense through someone else eyes. And I guess, for a longer time then I’ll admit, it was comforting to think that if I just held out. Someone around some corner was there waiting for …
Author Archives: Kat
Be afraid
I would rather my bones freeze and my soul burn out than to ever bend the knee to another undeserving selfish being. I would rather scratch that itch of rebellion with hot irons through the back of my skull than to ever box myself in a prettier package for the sake of making you comfortable. …
Rain
I among so many others hate drizzly rainy days. The kind where cold sweeps into your bones and you just can’t seem to get warm. It is then so bewildering to meet the occasional person who does in fact prefer this kind of rain. They come in two types: The life embraces, who are love …
The best part…
If i am really honest the best part of being the black sheep, the wild child, the crazy ones… We are expected to fail. We are expected to stumble and need help. They smirk and laugh behind their hands at us when it happens. But when you start to understand yourself enough to be stable. …
Winds of change
I hate change. I hate it more than horse flies at Sunday brunch I hate it more than being stood up by love. I hate it more than the memories that insist on visiting in the middle of a happy day. I am like an animal trapped in iron teeth. But instead of frantically chewing …
2 years
Some things…Can never be unsaid. It just leaves a seering pang where affection used to freely blossom. A pain to remind you that this person is no longer trustworthy. They are no longer safe. Because when your guard was down and they thought no one could hear. They spoke a secreted truth they would never …
Why
A poem would never have done you justice… So I wrote a hundred love stories based on all the times bravery would have lead to love. Yet now I stare at my blank screen, drained from life, I wondering why I let so many opportunities pass me by. And swallowing down that I’m a coward. …
A love story
Our love is like a poison that I can not put down. It’s sweet acrid taste, has its hooks in me. Or maybe I am blinded Because when I try to remove you, Deeper in you sink and yet i… i only seem to bleed and look away Left gasping for my next breath, shaking …
Cannot
I wish it weren’t you I thought about today But I couldn’t bring myself to stop. I had expected you gone for good it had been quiet where your name had once stood in my way. And yet here i sit… thinking about what could be. Someday. Someday, I will be strong enough to stand …
Not an affirmation….
One day I will be strong enough to speak up for myself Words will no longer get stuck in my throat as if they refuse to form Not an affirmation… but a promise to myself No more masks. No more pretending I underatand warmth and safety No more hiding in hyperbole and symbols only i …
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