Kayleen Amato Jul 19

I dont think those painful black memories that live in ancient cracks are bad
They create a font of gothic print
Stamped on the only things in life you've ever loved
They are the hands that open the door for you every time
The ink from the words that drip
Your bones grow back and you become human again
And you have teeth to fight the monsters in your head

Kayleen Amato Jul 19

I dont think those painful black memories that live in ancient cracks are bad
They create a font of gothic print
Stamped on the only things in life you've ever loved
They are the hands that open the door for you every time

I'm scared of my own mind
And habits that have not yet been declared old
Falling in love is not what i fear
Its my own body parts that disown me
Im not scared of being hurt
I fear my heart beat out ticking clocks on the walls
But my best self takes responsibility
So much that I feel like ive been choked
Kayleen Amato Apr 27

Years of loneliness held into one single moment
All once replaced with distractions
Instead, why can't I just matter?
All my fears gather together to face me and tell me to fight
I am stronger than ever under pressure
Maybe I just fear the unknown lands that wait for me up North
The flock of birds in the sky attempting to guide me
To my birth place where I can plant seeds
The sky has cleared up
Yet I wish I was free
But if I want to be something in this world
I can't just leave
And if I just up and left,
I'd expect you to come with me
What if you didn't come with me

There is a girl
Who always looks like shes waiting
For something or someone
And still to this day,
I take a seat and watch for magic
Perhaps day without night
There has got to be something good
Any normal person would have left already
But the rain pouring down
Tells me she is not to blame
Tells me she has unfinished business
She still belongs to the garden
Giant shiny green plants with teeth
Devour her back into their wrath
Where she incubates
She must prove she is ready

Kayleen Amato Mar 25

I want to give my love
I want to share this stuff and keep some for me in a jar,
I want the responsibility of myself
I want to show raw emotions aching in my body
transformed into something light
And we can smile and laugh at ourselves and be playful
I want to give my love
I appreciate having the privilege of hearing
A bird chirping at dawn
Oh what a sweet humble existence
I get to share this air with
I want to give my love out
It's matter pressed together in little balls
bouncing off the walls
A liberating moment

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