You're sweet like chocolate
that runs through my mouth,
your name still my lips
rhyming about.

I'm drawn into your arms,
and I miss you every time;
our love tastes like chocolate,
we couldn't lie.

I'm drowning in blue,
fantasies are out of control,
you left butterflies in my mind;
we're supposed to be cool.

Your eyes are my windows,
even curtains were torn apart;
you're just a girl
breaking someone's heart.

I promised myself
not to fall in love again.
Our love tastes like chocolate,
suddenly it melts.

I want to go to coffee shops with you
See the world from your point of view
Watch the ocean waves break and crash
Run through the rain as the thunder cracks
I want to sing with you in the morning light
Hear you whisper between us in the night
Stand atop a mountain and take in the view
I want to go to coffee shops with you

today (i) awoke in love with the world
and i finally realized the truth
that i (am) a wonderful person
i am in control of (my) happiness
i am worth more than words can say
i am not my body but it is (beautiful)
i am not my mistakes and imperfections
i am more than allowed to love my(self)
i am not always right about how they see me
i am as strong as (i) let myself be
i (am) intelligent
i am creative
i am (a)n original
i am loved and lovable
i am not alone
i am the poet of my life (poem)
and i can write it the way i want it to be.

-kk

Living in a woman's body can be quite unfair,
one reason that quite out stands the rest being
that from the second our letters read "X and X"
we are programmed to become attracted to a ***
which from the beginning of human interaction
has disrespected and shamed us with such a hatred
that could never be sufficiently described.
But they need us and want us just the same!
Oh please,
help me to understand.
Are we not sacred creatures!
I wonder who told the boys otherwise
I do wonder who started the lie.

-kk

I am a swipe of coarse paint
smudged and softened
by curious fingertips
that shade and shape me
and hang me helplessly
on a wall

I am the color of the sky
when  flurries of snow
sprinkle the streets
with no regards
to the shoulder-racking shivers
they bring along

I am a dusty book
in the corner of the library
with a broken spine
and I lay torn and tattered
from too much use
or perhaps too little

I am the empty shell
of a person
who has been drained
of their butterflies
and want nothing more
than to feel something
rather than an abundance
of nothing
and nothing at all

the stars are out and
everyone is in love
but i am alone

-kk

most people when asked
what they are most drawn to in a person
respond wholeheartedly, "eyes"
and true
eyes are crystals glinting with beauty and emotion
and are often referred to as "windows into the soul"
but i am curiously drawn to the allure of a mouth
i love lips and dimples and teeth
moving together to form a dazzling smirk.
i often find my gaze lingering on your mouth
your smile stuns me
and i cannot help but to be mesmerized
by its irresistible appeal
luring and tempting me
to give you my full attention.

-kk