I always knew I was never the favorite. What I loved was what you hated. Unmade beds, ranch dressing, and drawing. You woke up early and went to bed the same, I always thought it was because you tried your best not to see me. The fighting was full of empty words and slamming of cupboards. You tried to find me in the bottom of a wine bottle but once it was empty I was still the same person. It's not my fault I look like him. It's not my fault you decided to treat me like this. Months passed and we reconciled but I still can't find words to conjure up a conversation with you at the dinner table. Even though I'm able to help empty that wine bottle with you now, you still won't find who you want me to be at the bottom.

    -*KM

rockstars break hearts.
they write about feelings
everyone has.

you want so badly to tell them
how much those composed
lyrics mean to you,

but there's so many other innocents
out there who want to do the same.

you want them to really know you.
you want them to know that connection
that you have with them.

the only way you can meet them
is through a stupid meet and greet
where every other "fan"
tells them the same.

all I want to do
is smoke a cigarette with you
and thank you for the lyrics
that saved me.

but I simply can't.
not being able to meet you
simply breaks my own heart.

-*KM

I love you
I love you
I love you.

It never sounds real
until it's verbal.

-*KM

“Do you have children?”
“No” I reply.
“Did you not want them?”  
What's with the why?
Oh I wanted them alright
But try as I might
Their father never materialised
So neither did they.

Don’t assume my career must have got in the way
Or hypothesize that I’m gay
So proud all you mums of your legacy
Well,
it just didn’t happen for me.
some of you think I’ve missed out on life
And to an extent
I’d agree this is true
But how many of you
Have seen as much of the world as I?
I think with a sigh,
At least I am free
But, yes at times
Incredibly lonely.

So please don’t ask that question as though kids are a given
BECAUSE THEY WEREN’T GIVEN TO ME
By anybody.
And I have to get on with life
Hearing that question
Which cuts like a knife

I'm sorry
It's fine
It just makes me sad
This reminder that I’ll never meet
The children that I never had.