To all the daughters with a father —
How does it feel to live my dream?
To wake up with both parents under one roof,
To know what it means to feel protected?

Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers —
And Happy Father’s Day to the mothers, too.
The ones who had to step up in a father’s place,
Who fought silent battles,
And carried the weight of both roles.

To those mothers —
Don’t forget: it’s not your fault.
It’s their loss, not yours.
Thank you —
For taking the place they abandoned,
For giving your all while grieving your own loss,
For standing tall when you weren’t sure you could.

there's a feeling
in my chest --
it's a chemical ache
that fizzles
like soda,
when you pop the can open,
it happens every time
i see
her.

I wonder–

Will a world full of poets
Be happy
or sad.

and she cried
completely alone again

ugly red letters carved into her skin



-k.l.

She's a loving girl in the day.
Her words might be sharp, but they dont cut too deep
Not because she Pities you,
But because only she
Knows the real her after lights out.

Strong, confident, and quiet
Thats how they describe her.
But at night,
Only when she's the only on listening,
She lets everything out.

Tears come out like rivers,
Silently, she cries
Not because she is too sensitive,
But dreading the tick of the clock
Each second that passes
She'll find a new piece of you to miss,

This is the art:
Of loving too much
While speaking too little
Drowning in her own worries,

She is me,
waiting for the lights to go out.