I stand unmoving
   At the cliffs edge
the wind whipping at my face
   The cold rain slicing at my outstretched fingers
When will it be ok
Must I be tortured in order to live?
Must I be broken in order to love?
Who must I be to finally yell to the heavens “IM OK!”
Where must I be
       What does it take
              Why does it make...
                                             Me tired
                                            To wait
                                      Till it’s all ok.
                                               -KC

With the chill of the air
Comes the warming of hearts
Love stories in their draft stages
Butterflies migrate in between stolen glances
The sun heating up blushed cheeks
Collars being straightened to impress
Perfumes mingle in the air
Intertwined with morning coffee
And evening wine
The stories are now beginning
All stories but mine
           -KC
    (Never a bride)

The sky turned a crimson red
The smoke turned into daydreams
Her cheeks matched the color of the heavens
As the sun faded so did her fears
                         -KC
          (Best sunset of my life)

Her days stretch into faded minutes and tired yawns
            Should she let it all go to chase sunsets?
        To pursue lost loves and forgotten road trips
   We dream of times without time clocks and wages to earn
Yet we neglect all the moments we’ve earned.
          Too soon,
              Too late,
                Too young,
                  Too old
         Too everything and anything, and yet never enough
             Today I’ll close my eyes and taste the rain
                And wave to the sunrise that’s calling my name
                        I will be everything, and anything
                                          Always enough
                                                   -KC

The seasons are changing
My heart feels weary
My footsteps unsteady
Just a little longer
Everyone seems to say
But my lungs don’t wanna stay
It feels so dry
It feels so numb
The dulling of senses
Running in the dark
I want to hide
Make myself small
Because at least then
I wouldn’t have to fight so long
Tell me it’s over
But don’t turn on the lights
Because I prefer to face my monster at night
              -KC
          (Blackout)