Dear Fate,
When did you decide that it was fair
to bring two people together
just to tear them apart?
                    From,
                         A hopeless romantic.

Dear hopeless romantic,
When did I say it was fair?
Those words never left my mouth.
                   From,
                         Fate.

B.K.

There is you,
and then there is my heart.
But now that I think about it,
I'm not sure there's a difference.

B.K.

My last lover left a bitter taste in my mouth.
It is something I cannot quite ignore.
Oh lover, why did you leave me like this?
You have made my lips sore.

My last lover did not know my heart is of paper.
He did not care one bit.
He tore it and now I have a cut.
Man, it hurts like ****.

My last lover let go of my hand.
He let me fall.
He left a void in my palms.
Who am I supposed to call?

My last lover did not treat me right.
But you put me above.
This does not feel like last time.
Wow, could this be love?

B.K.

I search for words,
poems,
songs,
and quotes
that remind me of you.
It seems that others
are better at
describing my feelings
than I am.

Yet here I am,
still struggling to
put my feelings
into beautiful words.

B.K.

Trying to get
over someone
you never had?

Yeah,
that's the worst
kind of struggle.

B.K.