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suicide eyes
vicious cries
the many reasons why
I’m never heard
The lines you draw
in the slipping sand
slips right through your hands
the lines your draw
are always blurred
a bit uncomfortable
a bit disturbed
and once again
there’s that voice that’s never heard
I could fall away too
slip away from all of you
just like the sand
let me ask you then
will you then understand
how much you demand
of me
would you still demand the same
if I were still to be
here with you
if you only knew
how far away I am
yet how close I am
to the end
maybe then
you would treat me better than just a friend
but people never know what we have
until it’s gone
and I’m not the only one
I’m not the only one
I’ll never be the only one
singing the same old line
of the same old song
of how people
rarely ever change.
-kc

Suicide eyes
vicious cries
the many reasons why
I’m never heard
The lines you draw
in the slipping sand
slips right on through
your careless hands
the lines your draw
are always blurred
a bit uncomfortable
a bit disturbed
and once again
there’s that voice that’s never heard
I could fall away too
slip away from all of you
just like the sand
let me ask you something
will you then understand?
how much you demand?
of me
would you still demand the same
if I were still to be
here with you?
if you only knew
how far away I am
yet how close I am
to the end
maybe then
you would treat me better than just a friend
but people never know what we have
until it’s gone
and I’m not the only one
I’m not the only one
I’ll never be the only one
singing the same old line
of the same old song
of how people
rarely ever change.Â
-k.c.

What you can’t seem to understand
and never have understood
–
is that since the first day i met you
i always wanted you
i loved you
from the moment i saw you
We were just friends for a long time
and were close but had a falling out
and i didn’t hear from you for 5 years
just like that
and it hurt like hell.
you had a girlfriend
and so i (even though it broke my heart)… moved on
then one day out of the blue
you came back
and i didn’t treat you like a stranger
i wasn’t angry or resentful
but now you’re out of my life again
ignoring me like i mean nothing
like i meant nothing
and this is after we actually were in love
i’m still in love
but
i can’t do anything about what you do
i’m not going to force you to talk to me
it’s obvious you have found someone new who you
call your wife.
i am not your friend because you don’t treat me like a friend
you haven’t been there
you haven’t even cared to see if I’m okay
so i let you go
and from now on
i will stay away
but forever this time.
we had something amazing
and you listened to a stupid bitch
who you and i barely knew
and now i don’t even know you
anymore
But it’s okay
i can’t feel bad or sad
that you don’t even care about me
the way i care about you
well… cared… before now
i can’t feel bad
about this anymore
i’ve tried
i’ve cried
i’ve reached out
with no reply
and now i see
that you don’t give a damn about me
AT ALL
and that’s okay
you want it this way
so
you got it
i release you from my heart and mind
forever.
i promise you that.
august 4 2023 9:53 am.
-Kyoko
I can only care
As much as you care about me
But I’ll be gone
And I won’t ever come back
I’m sorry for all that I did to make you feel unloved
I loved (love) you more than anything
I really should have handled things differently
I think we both could have but
I’m not here to point fingers
All I want is for you
To be happy
Even if it’s not with me.
I loved you.
My love for you
was deeper and stronger than
you will ever know.
You rejected it.
You still reject it
and you will always reject it
because holding on to what is NOT true
is more important to you
than
holding on to me
and us.
You were my lover
and my friend
and you had so many chances to
make it right
make it better
be here
like you said you would
be my friend
and follow through with your words
but you never did
you never do
and now there is nothing that I can do
because
there is no more time.
the time you had
you wasted
you ignored
you spent punishing me
all the things you failed to see
will soon be gone
at least for me
you only punished yourself.
all the times I called you
– got no answer-
asked you to come over
and see me
one last time
–
I called your name
many times
and still you never came
once upon a time
you were my love…
now it’s my time to say goodbye…
so goodbye.
even though I am no longer important to you
even though you cared more about hating me
than loving me
I will forever (beyond this lifetime) love you
and
you will forever be important to me
—
I’ll see you again my friend
in the next life
when we come back as cats
(or me as a bird and you as a wolf)
Goodbye.
…

The past is there
We leave a part
Of who we are
Who we were
Taken in and
Pushed out
Somewhere pieces of us
Remain
In a micro trace
Floating in air
Or somewhere in space
Sometimes i feel you
Within an old place
Or taken again
In someone
Out somewhere
Breathing in air
truth in rented rooms
walls that have stood
lifetimes before I ever would –
Collecting secrets
Collecting dust
In forgotten spaces
in forgotten faces
In rented rooms
Misunderstood
Sometimes I wish I could
The hurt
Leave this body
and just forget
But like old walls
Hold silhouettes
Of the past
that will never be again
I hold
A part of you

so what if you’re weird…
so what if I had a moment of allowing you to be weird?
I’m weird all the time.
I had a moment of knowing that you needed something
and maybe I couldn’t give it to you
but at least I could be there for you
in some weird fucked up way
because I needed to not feel weird
in some weird fucked up way.
but don’t fucking be weird about it now.
something about you makes me want to help you
I don’t know
take care of you
in a non motherly
non- girlfriend kinda of way
fuck it
I couldn’t care less about what I feel
except for I don’t want you to treat me weird.
I actually enjoyed.
two weird-ass people
in a weird situation
that will most likely never happen again
and that’s the beauty of it
that it did happen
and I didn’t judge you.
I just didn’t want you to feel alone
in this stupid beautiful world
because it’s so easy to feel alone
in a city like this
that feeds off of drama
and bullshit
and faking it until you make it bullshit
fuck!
goodnight

I don’t know what I’m doing sometimes….
and that’s okay
We’re all a little weird
and
a little lonely sometimes.
Anyone who tries to pretend like they’re not those things
is lying.
I like all the imperfect people allowing themselves to be
just what they are…
and not pretending to something or someone else.
I like a little weird
I enjoy a little strange
The moments I get to be with people,
where they allow me in – to see how strange they are-
even if only for a night-
is truly special-
It’s those moments that make life worth living.
If everyone had a place to be themselves and a place to feel safe… this world might be a better place.
shut it down
shut it off
shut it out
shut up
howl to the moon
and cry yourself to sleep
you’re in too deep
on the shallow side
you can run
and I’ll hide
didn’t anyone teach you
not to run with scissors in your hand
you try to walk on water
when you can barely crawl on land
you can kiss off
piss off
kick rocks
get lost
but lost is what you are
you can keep running
but you won’t get very far
what you fear
will always be near
but it won’t be me
that you see
it won’t be me
there is no we.
I don’t owe you anything
there’s nothing I am obligated to do
for you
I do not care
what you want
or how you feel
because nothing about you
is even real
not my problem
none of my concern
i light a match
detach
set it on fire
and let it burn
as I turn
and walk away
not ever looking back
it’s a new day
and I’m not
who I was
before
–
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