My hearts in so much pain,
And I don't know what to do.
The pain is unbearable,
Because I'm hopelessly in love with you
I only wish that, that dearest day will come,
When your heart opens up,
And it beats like a drum
To the same rhythm, of mine
And you fall hopelessly in love
Forever and for the rest of time.

I can fake a smile
Quite well

I can laugh when
I really want to cry

I can scream
So quietly you'll never hear

I can cry
Invisible tears

I can live
While dying inside

And I can hide
While standing right there

As you can see
I have quite a long resume,
Oh God,
Of why I,
Of all your children,

*Should be the next to come home

since I've got
into your lungs-
as a sudden
surprise!
this sweet
scent
lingers on. . .
late into the
non-twinklin'
humid night
hummin' 'bout  
our primal outburst
of raw desires -
delightful and determined!
not carin' for the rest
of the world -
let it cease -
for god's sake -
away!
along stray cats
and narrow alleys
& unfurl
somwhere else!
for your hard
passion upon my soft
skin. . . sang most
beautifully &
the desire's
splendour. . .
this luscious
lunacy
wouldn't leave
me 'till dawn -
this sleepless
inevitable
luminous
love grip

Have you ever felt
Like no one loves you?
Experienced so much hate
And Violence too?

I'm so sorry
If you feel how I feel everyday
And all this hate against me
Just because I am openly gay

I’m scared
And I’ve got these occasional
10 feet thick ice walls that sprout up around my heart
For when the thinking about it gets hard
And the breaths I breathe are barely there
And I can’t even thank the trees for giving it to me
When I feel it hit my chest and it hits harder and harder
Until all I notice is the harshness of it all
And once I do
Like a cat scratching on a door
I’m trying to punch the walls down
But once they’re up there’s no getting in or out
Wisdom teeth
Retractable, receding only when they’re ready
Sometimes I just wish it was easier just to sit
Not every action needs a reaction but I’ve already planned out 500 different ways this could go
And I can’t find a solution for them all
Panic attack narrator with shaking hands
Exposing herself to no one because
it’s much easier that way
If what they see is me
I hope that no one ever has half the opinion of myself I do
That’s too much hate to try and pretend to handle
I still laugh and blow out imagery candles
Because I dislike the smell of burning wicks
And I still have the same opinions as me
But something else creeps in when it smells  left over food
And I just want to not provoke it anymore than I already seem to do

I scream so loud but all they hear is the sound of their own laughter.
                                                       (K R W)

I've always wondered if my house was haunted
And I've come to realise that is true
It's haunted by my lost soul
The one thats attached to me like glue.
                                                       (K R W)

Like a Venus flytrap she enticed beauty
Captivated upon its purity it feed the
Mind malnourished of thoughts inside.

Absorbed its essence upon her own Decaying
Moments now nourished, withered moment
Now replenished, but still It dies.

Mrs withering was deaths other hand
Now all purified with her gaze. She was
The hand where beauty came to die.