One day turns into someday, so
I suppose I should set a goal.
This is not what I want to be, bliss is what I'd like to be.
My opportunity is now while I'm young, but my stress is strung.
Worries hung on the wall, memories of his strong shoulders,
and incomplete homework into a folder.
I want a smile that's natural that will not last only for a little while.
A desire for a mind to admire, not just a heart that doesn't dart into love, but
a soul that is newly cleansed with not an ounce of pretend.
I still dream of you in my sleep and I still crave a love so deep it could compete with the ocean.
I'm currently twirling me into a sick motion.
Abandonment was lent to me, which led to a fiasco
and no, I'm not okay.
Sorrow bled onto my sheets, then it was your turn
for pills to slide down your liver and here I shiver with you gone,
but my hands shook when you came home from work.
For shame.
You scold me with burns.
I've learned to let you know I'm not for show or your doll, and you can't make me fall.
Someday is my one day and on that date will be my fate
with a natural smile that lasts longer than a little while and a cleansed soul. That's my goal.

K.K.

Eventually I understood
That you're gone for good
and you kissed her goodnight instead
I lie here alone and she's in your bed
Maybe now you won't need alcohol
and she will help you not fall

There was a time you held on to me
where you laid so perfectly
and I knew that I loved you
but you knew there was only a few
not even one reason to stay
So I watched your car drive away
and my heart chose to follow my feet
back up to lie again in my defeat
of you never loving me
the way I chose to love you.

I initially had hoped one day you might call.
But you don't think of me softly


K.K.

"Sure,"
he said. He wrapped his pinky around mine.
"I'm a caring guy. Everything will be fine."
I looked at him in pain.
He appeared to be sane.
I had no idea that he would one day leave.
His eyes had a bitter way of being able to deceive.

and I remember kissing you,
when you had only on intention.
You left me with not even a few
reasons to ever open up to another human being such as you.

K.K.

I am going to give up on love.
All I've gotten was a shove,
a dishonest kiss on my lips,
and a few sips
of the alcohol he gave me.
To be held is something I desire, you see.
Laying my head on his chest to rest
was a recovery remedy. A need.
I'm starting to think it's a violent plead
because last night, I grieved you,
and for a miracle, too.

K.K.