We romanticize sadness blindly
even if it is not our intention;
we are programed to believe in the
tall boy saving the girl that is wilting like a flower
and the soft kisses that diminish the hurt.
We believe in the coffee
and the tea
and thick blankets that envelope your cold skin
and most importantly: we believe in the pain.
The truth is that pain really isn’t truthful at all
and it fluctuates like the beating of a heart.
We like to think that one day the sting of our sadness
- which is questionable to begin with -
will  be washed away and replaced with the feeling
of one’s hand entangled lovingly in yours.
Sadness is not beautiful,
It is mostly just sad
And I advise you to erase the somber pulsing of your blood
And soak up the pastels that are hiding in your room –
Marinate yourself in every dip of a cloud
And then baste in the laughter of a pretty stranger.
This is all much easier written than done
As are most things

i'll keep a compass tattooed on my
forearm so that i'll always know how to
find my way home, and if that needle points to you
when we settle for the night,

i won't question it.

these days, i like to pretend
my hands don't shake and
my lungs don't collapse
when i hear your name
[but you've been tugging at me
with puppet strings
and i don't know if
i can breathe
because you
let me or if i am
finally
free]

she is a delicate rose
at the dawn of winter,
petals slowly withering
around the edges

-kk

i'd sketch you in charcoal,
then paint your eyes in with
watercolours

(i'm no van gogh, but it
would be hard to make you look
anything less that
gorgeous)

a dog
with a missing leg
and a glass eye
is still beautiful

the you
that nobody wanted to accept
that everybody
felt like
they had to just
make fun of
and talk to
like you are sub human
that is not true
you
even you
are beautiful

as much as you don't want to think it
or admit it
it really is something
that you have to accept
you are a beautiful
loving
honest
spiritual
emotional
awesome
person

and to think
that
you doubted that
ever
is a shame
you should really
take care of yourself

when you go
to a dark place
and you start to think
about yourself
like
you just don't care
about who you are
and you're very low
and you don't deserve
and you are neglected
and abandoned
and the pain you feel
gets you down
to a place
where you allow yourself
to let these ugly things happen
and you don't care
and you have hate
and inner disgust

you know
that what you did
was something
that wasn't pretty
and you know
that you're not
an ugly person

it's so hard
to say goodbye
to someone
that you really think
is special
and has a really pretty smile
and a joy about them
that really
gets you up
when you lose them
you really are just
losing yourself
you have to love yourself
and appreciate who you are
you can never let someone else
do that for you
you have to really
just really
love you