lately,
this hospital room
has felt more like home
than anywhere else,
with days spent fearing
gravestone silence and
latex stings.

and when our tears
meet the ground,
they sound a lot
like sirens, and
we are just ghosts
condemned to
brittle bones.

-k.p//sirens bring us home

She wears streaks of colors
In her hair,
So even strangers know
how vibrant she really is.

She sets with the sun,
Then rises again with the moon.

She warms your heart
Like the coffee she always sips, and writes colors in black ink.

She sways my heart and kindles my soul.

(And someone anyone would be lucky to hold)

thursday evenings
wrapped in stiff sheets
that leave me feeling
far from home,
bearing sacred memories
in scarred palms,
grasping for a moment
that passed long ago.

-k.p//unease

i spent hours
searching for the
reason behind all
my hurting.

i found you everywhere.

-k.p

I hate that when I dial your number,
It says it's calling home.
Cause home is someone who loves you,
And you never pick up the phone.

i'm sorry this world
didn't love you better.
may you always be
remembered as a light.

-k.p//apology to logan