I question what its like to really live
as I am living the life others can’t afford.
I have the world at my fingertips
but it’s slipping away with the feeling
that I am not good enough.

-*KM

My body wants to get up and move,
but my mind says no.

It's 2 am and my body wants to rest,
but my mind says no.

The wires connecting one another
need to be fixed.

But which one do I touch?
The red or the blue?

-*KM

The gun felt cold against my skin
Safety still on
Pulling the trigger only happens in movies
Fear holding me sideways
Dreaming of courage to take the bullet out
So instead I began holding pencils to my temple
Attempting to rewrite my future

Kristina, my friend that I adore.
Kristina, you smiling bubbly joy.
In the dark hours we talked and talked.
When the summer came the world we walked.
I held you close when times we tough.
You held me back, strong but not rough.
Your eyes glisten a deep dark brown.
A face to beautiful to know a frown.
And then he came.
You speak with him, while I wait in the rain.
My hopes and dreams circling the drains.
But still I'm happy that you are too.
Because that is love if the love is true.
I hope he makes you happy, stays loyal through thick and thin.
But we both know that’s not the case.
So why did you choose him?