If our souls met long before we did,
then they must have known
that we would fall apart
before we did.

B.K.

This morning
I woke up,
looked down at my pillow,
and hoped that my dreams would drip out.

They didn't
and now you are stuck in my dream
that I will never see again.

B.K.

Who killed Hate?

She has been with me all my life, but now I cannot find her.
She dwells in my heart, but now she is gone.
She helps me with my actions, but now I work alone.

Hate has never left me before.
Hate has always been there my whole life.
Hate is a part of who I am.

I see Hate in my conversations.
I see Hate in my actions.
I see Hate in my mirror.

She likes to tell me that I should not talk to someone.
She likes to tell me that I will fail at what I am about to try.
She likes to tell me that I will never meet certain expectations.

Where are you Hate?

Have I left you?

I think she is still there,
but I have found such love in him
that I have forgotten what
Hating myself feels like.

Hate, I have moved on.
I have found the key to the ******* you have kept me in.

B.K.

Oh, my heart is locked away,
I think you stole the key.
My heart is set on you alone,
though you don't think of me.

B.K.

You have always talked a big game,
telling me you could do a flip into the pool of love.
But in reality,
I dove in
and you only dipped your feet.

B.K.

You told me that you loved
the color of my hair,
especially the way it looks
like gold in the sun.
So when you moved away,
I dyed my hair black.
It didn't shine like gold anymore.
In fact,
it looked as if I was going
to our love's funeral.

Rest in piece to our sweet memories
and my golden hair.

B.K.

How has it come to this?
I still look for your face
in a crowded room,
even though your miles away.

B.K.

Never have I ever had my heart broken.
Never have I ever talked to him again.
Never have I ever been depressed.
Never have I ever loved since then.

B.K.