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.