harlee kae

harlee kae May 2015

i think i forgot how to write.
the birds still chirp
and the flowers they bloom
but just maybe not in my mind.

my words are shattered.
sometimes i do not have the
time to arrange them right.
sometimes they only have meaning
when they are dripping with blood
but i am tired of being cut.

yesterday i saw a hamster
with his beady little eyes of death
and i wanted to write about bitterness,
cruelty, or the selfishness of men.

but i think i forgot how to write.

harlee kae Apr 2015

life unexpected

on the road
trying to lose her

i found you

harlee kae Apr 2015

just this once

i thought this time i'd be enough
you promised that i would
but something happened,
it always does
now you see that i'm no good

i thought this time was different
but all my life its been the same
no one thinks i'm worth it
and i'm the one to blame

harlee kae Apr 2015

that's what oprah does

Sometimes, I write you letters.
Yes, letters I never send, but they are letters nonetheless.
And I know he would get mad. Say I'm still in love with you.
But the thing is, I'm not.
Sometimes I just wanna write you letters.
That's what I see on tv.
That's what Oprah does.

harlee kae Apr 2015

save yourself

because what they don't
understand is, if they ****
themselves trying to save you
then you're just as lonely as
before them.

harlee kae Apr 2015

and i'm

tired of laying in the tub

crying on a sunday afternoon

feeling like i'll always be useless