Do I love you?
I can't tell you
Am I happy
I don't know
Will I stay with you forever?
That's a long time
I don't know
I'm the king of keeping secrets
I'm the best since time began
I'm lost here, and I'm searching
I am me, but, a new man
Love me for the man I am
Don't love the man I was
I don't know what that man was like
I don't know the man you lost
Love me as I am now
I won't remember anyway
Don't love the man I was before
Love the man I am today
I smile and remember
Thoughts and visions
mostly blurred
Words and place
not remembered
Memories shaken
but not stirred
I'm still here in this body
Don't know exactly who I am
Was I good when I did know me
Or am I better as I am
Don't tell me to remember
My memories are dust
What once was steel and solid
Has quickly died and turned to rust
I can't love you as I once did
Tomorrow I won't know your name
You may love me now, forever
But, do you love me quite the same
I'm the king of keeping secrets
I'm the one that you can tell
Nothing in here is remembered
In this empty, aging shell
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 5:57 AM UTC
Women like me do not fall gracefully,
we stumble over our spines, trip over
our vowels, and collapse into your arms.
Our hearts are open books,
Russian novels containing fifty pages
on the way your voice drifts across
the telephone wires each night.
Our hearts are first drafts,
unedited verses about each and every
person we have ever loved: the stranger
on the subway, the girl who gave us a balloon,
the boy who stole our virginity
but not our heart.
Women like me will love you from a distance
of a thousand syllables while laying in your bed,
we will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible,
and when we leave you will finally understand
why storms are named after people.
- Katrina M.K
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 2:58 AM UTC