I love days like today—
when flowers are
being pressed
between the crinkled
pages of my
notebook, and
blades of grass are
sticking to
my bare feet.
I'm humming a line
from a song
I can't remember
the name of,
and the sun is
peeking through the
space between my
blinds.

And I can't help
but to feel alive
when I'm marveling
over all that's
surrounding me.

-k.p

I promised myself months ago,
that I would never cry about you again.
But here I am,
at 2:31am,
spilling my eyes out over you.
This will not be my last time,
although you probably never even shed a tear about me.

Sometimes I wonder how I've become such a ****** person,
but then I remember that after a while,
your friends start to rub off on you.
Yeah, you were pretty ******,
and you made me ******* bitter.

There is not enough emphasis
on the words
"I love you"
so I will loop all your favorite songs
in every moment of my free time,
and search for deeper meaning
behind all the words you write;
I'll wonder what's keeping you up
when you text me at 4am,
and I'll look forward to
the next time I get to hold your hand
and watch our favorite movies.

You are so lovely,
and "I love you" is not
enough.

-k.w//Will

I only grasped you for what felt like a mere second
before you fell through my fingertips
like drops of water,
so eager to embrace the ground.

But I am not rainfall,
or autumn leaves.
I am not sleepy eyelids,
or teenage love.

I am not beautiful when I fall.

You taught me how to walk the earth
with cracked bones
and a broken heart.
And it's trying to recover
from the messy half beats
you left me with before you bailed.

And I'll lie and say that I feel the warmth of the sun,
beating down on my cold bare skin,
but deep down I know that winter
froze over me.
And the frostbite has made home
in those messy half beats of my heart.

And I'm aware that it's killing me,
but the cold and numbness,
I've found,
is oddly comforting.

-k.w//winter froze over

He'll tell you that
I broke his heart,
and you'll believe him because
with all that pain in his eyes,
how could you not?

But he'll keep it to himself that he
set fire to the best parts of me
and stepped back to watch me burn.

And he'll never trust you enough to mention that
my body was a world map to him,
and all he wanted to do
was explore.

And he won't dare speak about the way
his hands gripped the steering wheel
to keep them off my neck
when he could no longer control his anger.

So yes,
I broke his heart,
but only to protect mine
from further casualty.

-k.w//World Map

It's hard to hear,
"I love you"
when it's only
lies that spill
out of your mouth;
a bittersweet moment that
I would rather sit in silence to
then witness.

And you'll never care that
I'm drowning,
only that I
hold your head
above the waves
as I sink a little deeper
with every break in the sea.

But I will continue
to love you
with every ounce
of my being
because my heart
holds no sympathy
over me.

-k.w//worlds apart

I wrote you a letter on the back of a napkin, but it will never grace your touch. My feelings are so indistinguishable, and nothing should be written in ink only to be crossed out soon after. This was a habit of yours, and everything has been written in red because of it.

Memories of us are collecting dust in a shoebox beneath my bed that I won't dare open until my heart is for another. Because although one day, these things won't cut me open or sting, I'm still skipping over the third step leading up to my front door now.

Your love for me was fleeting, and that is all right. I do well on my own, but you always wondered why I was scared of calling you mine. Darling, this is what I feared.

-k.w//written in red

I'm not too stubborn to admit that
I was afraid of losing you-
so I held you tightly in the palms of my hands
as you fell through my fingertips,
and into the hands of another.

-k.w//you always called me stubborn

And I could be standing in
the middle of a forest
with nothing but miles of
solitude wrapped around me,
and even then,
I wouldn't be alone.

I hear the trees whispering
your name every time
the wind blows.
The birds are singing
our song,

and you are everywhere.

-k.w//you are everywhere

I have spent too many nights
scratching at my skin,
begging it to forget
your touch.

-k.w//you remain

You go by
your middle name
because your first
"doesn't fit you",
and it's as if
the second you were
brought into this world,
a part of you already
felt like you didn't belong
with the rest of us.

-k.w//your middle name

like the tattoo
you got at sixteen,
you wore me proudly
for a little while,
but as time passed,
I was covered up by
something better
and eventually forgotten
as a whole.

-k.w//your ****** tattoo

You have inhabited my 2am thoughts, and although I want to remind you just how much I love you in these hours, I know these aren't like old times. So I'll stare at my ceiling—reciting these lines— in attempt to muffle the sound of my heart breaking each night.

You have found home in my favorite songs, and although music is my escape from everything else, it has never been an escape from you. For every verse has a way of bringing up our love, and every chorus has a way of bringing up tears.

Memories of you have resided in the spines of all my books. I'll pretend the playlist you made me in December isn't the bookmark in one of them still. Either way, they are all collecting dust on my shelf now.

You are the common strand running through all my recent lines, and I want to stop titling all my heartbroken words with your name.

-k.w//you, you, you