Khay Mar 31

She's beautiful, confident and playful
Dimples on plump cheeks and a memorable smile
She's bubbly, funny and cheerful
A girl who can woe a crowd with her wit and humour
She's smart, intelligent and disciplined
A straight A student, no stranger to hardwork
She has curves in all the right places
and one of those rare pretty faces
But me
I am small, short and just simply petite
A girl with crooked teeth, long toes and facial scars
Im sombre, quiet and slightly melancholic
A girl who failed maths twice and almost quit school once
Im buddies with stuffed bears and she's got friends who are always there
She has the make-up, clothes and nails but sometimes my dress-ups are epic fails
Im no match for her but I kinda hope you dont care
That maybe you'll like me inspite of me
So in the words of Meredith Grey

Pick me, Choose me, Love me!

 Mar 27 Khay
Edward Coles 

I started leaving the door open for you.
I started to write and live honestly.
Endless nights spent chasing
another song of defeat
across the ashtray
forgetting my own words:

you can create art out of suffering;
you should never create suffering for art.

I started waiting for you.
I started to notice the decline of my moods
coincided with sublime precision to your
tail-lights in the distance.
I had forgotten my own words:

suffering may be borne out of love;
love should not be borne out of suffering.

I started leaving the door open for you.
I started to expose each sleepless night
and commonplace hangover
as a symptom of a malady
and not a way of life.
You helped me to recall

peace arrives once the war has ended.
For peace, you do not have to fight.

Written after a short-lived fling with an older woman who taught me a lot about the world.

 Mar 27 Khay
Luna Marie 

You always ask me why,
it's so hard for me to get close.
But when I actually try,
I lose my fingers and my toes.

I hate giving my all
and getting nothing in return.
And that's why I build my wall,
before I crash and burn.

Can you please stop playing with my heart? It's physically hurting me...
Khay Mar 20

Its a funny kind of weird seeing you with someone else
There are painted fingers now where my palm used to rest,
beautiful curls where this head used to lie
Its a funny kind of awkward walking past you now
Always thought it would be me there...right beside you
Its a funny kind of awkward living without you now
You're just another person moving on without me

Khay Mar 13

I've been dragging my feet
Sad beyond belief
I'm in love with you
And its terrible
I'm in love with you
And it hurts all over

Khay Mar 9

Dear Lily
I know most of your habits you will learn from me
but I am a flawed woman and this you will learn in time
I hope you learn from me what I learnt from my mum...the saving Faith of the Christ

Khay Mar 8

I've never been about that independent woman streak
And maybe in someways that deems me a little weak
I've got the job, the car and the apartment
But none of it holds much if any fulfillment
I've got the blouse, stilletos and a few pencil skirts
But most days I'd rather stay home in sweats and flats
They say I need to be a woman of power
A corporate titan as strong as a highstanding tower
A woman who doesnt need flowers
A woman who doesnt need a man
This is what they call a life of success
But its rather a life built to impress
Cause I come home alone at night
And its quite a sorry sight
But for some reason i dont envy the lady behind the mahogany table
But rather the intern sporting a baby bump who's marriage is stable
I dont want to have dinner with a laptop screen
nor do I desire my life to revolve around the latest win
Maybe a career will never tell me it doesnt love me anymore
But my degree will never grow arms and hold me when I'm sad and sore
So I can never be that woman
"A woman with balls, a woman that never falls"

So they say

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