Spring has come with lily’s bloom
the most pretty flower in any room
I’d like to cull her, receive a kiss
chance at bliss, lover’s hiss
the hummingbird came to hover
any dream that dares to flutter
He stole her scent, her soul, her color.
I am zealot for this elegant florent
her smile, a spark, the stars themselves lament
I thought she bloomed for me, hopeful vase
but I was petals lost, their trace
Her smile I chased through four seasons spin
yet found the dream was never mine to win
She sang me down with stem of deceive
then cut my hair, my soul couldn’t conceive
my floral love is so naive
a white flag heave, left to grieve.

I loved you more.

Then I loved myself.

I sat there and forgave.

All your flaws

All your anger

All your secrets

But it seemed like you could never love me.

I tried and tried.

I huffed and I puffed.

But it was like a wall I couldn't entirely blow down.

It was like you went out of your way.

To try to get me out of your life.

I gave you more than you deserved.

I just wanted you to love me.

-Kat. J. K.

I yearn for love that is blind,
but I long to hear that my
eyes and lips are pretty

I champion love that is mind over matter,
but I cannot help but trace the shape of your body
and be happy that it is beautiful