her skin is smooth, the scars are gone
but little do you know
she acts like everything's okay
yet she feels like she's alone

did you check her stomach?
and did you see her hips?
there's pain inside her eyes
and a fake smile on her lips



-k.l.

We are all strays
Searching for a home
In the secret places
Of each other.

If I was a mountain

That soared towards the sky,

With craggy snow caps

And stormy grey eyes-



Then you'd be the clouds

That swaddled my peak,

That silenced my thunder

When I tried to speak.



If I was the earth

The desert, in fact:

With arid dry soil

And mud, baked and cracked-



You'd be the rain

The downpour that soothed;

The balm to my bruises,

Relief to my wounds.



If I was the Moon

In the indigo night,

With stars as my blanket

And silver; my light-



Well you'd be the Sun

Just always behind

That lent me your glow

And caused me to shine.

It’s weird
The phases we go through.
Nothing ever really
Stays the same
Not like we want it to
Life moves on
Life is moving on
And yet
Here we stand
Stuck in the mud
Dragging the past behind us
Using it to look at the future

But
How does a bird fly
When all it’s feathers are filled with dirt?

We cannot let it go
That is proven
But it should not
Hold us back.

Get rid of the old
Get on with the new

Why is that so hard?

You are my platonic love,
My long-lost other half.
But not in the way that
First comes to mind.
You are my soulmate
My twin, my confidant,
I could spend
The rest
Of my life
With you.

But not in that way.