You don’t care about love.
And you don’t care about me.
You try to protect yourself so much from getting hurt that you end up not really living.
It’s death
And I can’t live like that.
I won’t.

You don’t care about love.
And you don’t care about me.
You try to protect yourself so much from getting hurt that you end up not really living.
It’s death
And I can’t live like that.
I won’t.



walk around aimlessly at night.
I wonder what you were like as a child.
Before they fucked with you.
I bet you were wonderful and beautiful.
I write to express myself.
I write to create.
I write to discover.
I write because I can’t NOT do it.
I write because I enjoy writing.
I write to share a little bit about myself and to learn a lot about myself.
I write cause I’m inspired.
I write to inspire.
I write for me.
I write for you.
I write to feel better.
I write to purge.
I write to love.
I write because I love.
I write because I hate.
I write for all the times I could not speak.
I write to reflect. I write to relate.
I write to release.
I write to recognize.
I write to recharge.
I write to record.
I write to refrain.
I write to repair.
I write to return.
I write to revolt.
I write to revolve.
I write to remember. I write to forget. .
I write because it makes the loneliness feel less lonely.
I write because I learn from writing.
I write because it’s what keeps me from pulling the trigger too quickly.
I write because I want to write…
because I need to write and because I love to write.
That’s all.
Lol
I am not the enemy
from his glass
you wine (whine)
beautiful leaning she carved
a knife into a tree
under the sea
pleasantly
enough
the child ends
with a bright idea
no more.
stupid trades
such as today
all hell broke loose
red lips
ugly smoke
finds the face
a sudden kiss
under the stars
everything seemed
forever
I wanted to shake
a thousand
good wishes
like the leaves
of autumn
off a tree
that fall
like a tombstone
internal
external
flowers tarnished
gold
lace
of wonder
I have reason to run
just whisper
light
shine through me
i hope you like
the truth
I do not want this.
you introduce
a fear
that is
mysteriously you.
my eyes
have entered
the fields of death.
i can not wait
to forget you.
you always question
but never listen
without
some kind of
doubt
or judgement.
these words
someday
I will
no longer speak.
failures we make
from this
all sides
so far away
time must dig our graves
one by one
we fall
just to try again
while bleeding
this movement
of nature
I am
nothing
alone
in the catch
caught
in the in-between
Is right in front of your eyes
And it’s pure love 
I do.
Today will never happen again
I love myself and whatever you don’t give me (don’t want to) is fine
And all the crap you put me through. You don’t have to see but I know it’s not just me.
You do a lot that isn’t very nice
You cause a lot of hurt too and never own up to it.
How do we start a new when you still allow all that other Bullshit with girls and shit in your life.
At least I have the decency to tell guys that try to get with me that I’m seeing someone I care about very much and in order for it to work I have to try and it’s not appropriate to call me or send me any of those pics anymore or to see me.
That’s respect.
But hey it’s cool.
You’re just a guy I met at the bar with no depth. And I’m a great person with flaws but I own up to my shit and I make sure I stop it and let you know that. So you’re not in the dark
We had the best thing that could have always been better if you just trusted me and acted like a decent person and never made me feel like I have to question your actions by leaving me in the dark and then seeing those pics on your phone.
It hurt
But you can’t hurt me now cause I lost respect for you. Just cause you’re never sorry for what you put me through but I’m always sorry and try to change the things that bother you.
You really think I don’t give a fuck about myself that much to put up with someone that can’t ever say sorry or tell the truth?
I’m sorry you’re so very wrong and until you can show me your someone worth trusting. I don’t and I’ll show you the best me that you won’t have until you change how hurtful and deceitful you can be.
You always leave me out of things you know I want to do.
I guess whoever you went with means more to you than me.
Obviously.
You know how to reach me if you wanted to.
Your lack of effort really just makes me depressed.
thirty eight hours
and useless
her lonely mother
remained silent
resting on the shoulder
of her companion
the great sun and the heavens
now seemed artificial.
do we understand the power
of our instruments?
vanity of the vanities
sometimes tried to stand and walk
like us
a coat of magnetic mindlessness
the man with bad intent
playing us like the smallest violin
this feeling of emptiness
Is more alive than me
illusions all around us.
to soften the blow
between the operator
and the subjects
you found my energy
in the broken pulse of time
I pulsate with the angels
and then laugh at our farewell
I am a memory
you see… that
this
is the end.
-Kyoko Cole
2018
Bath room doom
Another night
I hide
In the only place
I feel safe
Sitting on the floor
My back against the door
That is broken
Just like me.
It is what it is
No time to cry
No time to care
About things that can’t be undone
Hail Satan!
You have won!
Happy now?
I hope so
at least someone or something is happy
Happier than me
Than I could ever be
Be careful what you say
Cause things might end
that way
And this will be the last time
in the room
Of doom
Or in this place
With this face
Tomorrow
never
knows
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