Memories once wrapped in silk
are now collecting
on the windowsill.
And I've traced outlines in the dust,
placing heavy exhales where
words were meant to be.

And I look at her,
and she is so trusting
of love, and I'm trying
to find beauty in these endings.

-k.p//silk laced memories

You're the queen of the earth
Pristine person of dirt
I am the king of the sea
Suppose I have thoughts that are salty

It may not
seem perfect,
or like everything
you could want,
but love will
always be found,
if you allow yourself
to appreciate
what you've got

I keep falling down
Because I am a tower of blocks
Constantly being toppled and rebuilt by a child
Never happy with the result
But she only has so many pieces of me to play and build with
So she might desire a better set to waste her time on
One with more vibrant colors and sharper edges
And with a million pieces, to be used to her heart's content
But still she plays with me, with my dulled corners, and fading veneer

He's been grinding his teeth
And you best believe
That he will soon reach
The gums deep underneath

His way
His friends
His family

His love
His life
His sanity

He's losing it

His peace
His freedom
His mind

His joy
His dreams
His time

He's losing it