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K Jul 2017
my soul is
wandering
and i am
wondering
if it is
wandering
in search of you or
wondering
about the idea of you
K Jul 2017
i do

(not)

believe in love
K Jul 2017
you lash out
you try your very best to justify their actions
you grasp at the slippery ***** of hope  

but it was never enough

that gaping hole in your heart
that you try to fill with hurtful words of resentment casted at them
that aching feeling of abandonment

was all for nothing
because they never came back
K Jul 2017
3
at three years of age,
love was
your imaginary friend Jessica
or the battered hippo toy you got in your baby basket
or being able to eat dessert before meals.

three years later,
love was
when you could stay up past 9 watching the tv
or getting to play with friends past sundown
or waking up in your own bed after falling asleep on the couch or in the car.

three years ago,
love was
whichever boy would ask you out
or hold your hand
or touch your face.

three years from now,
love will be
staying headstrong in your career
or marrying your soulmate
or fighting for what you believe in.
K Jun 2017
you were mine
but then you weren't

the waiter looks like you
the uber driver sounds like you
the stranger smells like you

but they weren't
you
K Jun 2017
is it true
that
you need to
rid yourself of the
past
to make way
for the
future
K Jun 2017
at 8:03
dad woke me up

at 8:36
i washed up

at 8:58
i made coffee

at 9:03
i sat outside

at 9:04
i looked out

(and)

at 9:07
the horizon disappeared
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