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Kata Jul 2016
Let me write about how dark rooms make me think about it.
Let me write about the pain I inflict upon myself.
The timid hope I have that doesn't fear my cynicism.
The brief moments of belief, of yearning,
That at times last too long.
Let me write of things I know nothing of.
Let me write, because that's all I know how to do.
Kata Jun 2016
She wants me
But she is too close to all the things that broke me
I want her
But I am too close to all the things that are broken in her
So we stand far apart,
whole days pass
At dusk,
A silhouette of all we can be for each other
Too afraid to have our heads in the clouds
For clouded minds don’t see bigger pictures
The light in me says
You are trying to fight something you do not know  
The dark in me says
You can’t fight what you do not know.
Kata Jun 2016
I have a way with words.
But only when I write them down.
I am sorry, this is always how it goes I have trouble speaking to people.
So much so, that sometimes I wish to peel off my skin
And wear these words instead.
Let this black ink colour me transparent.
And pull out my tongue, because
It reminds me how it all went wrong.
Kata Jun 2016
It's 03:51
I wake up in a hurry.
Room black as the skin blessed to me.
Muddled thoughts, an innocent guilt.
I forgot to say goodnight,
So good morning

-Kata

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