to be ignored
By the person you truly love
Is the worst feeling in the world.

You told me the truth
In a dream last night
You showed me what I already had known was true
But to see you and her…
Right here
Right there
Made me aware
That I was never the one you really loved
You love her still and always will
And in my dream I felt my heart really break
I felt the child inside me ache
All I could do was cry
As I watched something I loved so much
Die
And then I awoke
With the tears
But no more fears
Cause I knew it was you
Cause I knew it was true
And because I knew this time it really was our last goodbye.




Avoid
Avoid
A void
Is all you
It’s all you do
Anything that takes some work
makes you take off
sets you off
You have something to prove
The way you move
Shows an anger
That has built
Over time
the way you deal
Is by not dealing at all
one question leads you to war
there’s no way to even the score
With a narcissist like you
you can’t forgive
You can’t give love
You don’t have
You build up a false self
while the real you hides somewhere
collecting dust on a shelf
and it sucks being somebody who loves you
Cause you can’t change
If you think you’re perfect


What a terrible thing
You call love
What a low
You call life
So many times I see
The Nothing behind your eyes
I won’t let myself disappear
From believing all your lies
And I don’t have to be as cold
As you
to keep myself alive
I don’t have to be as bold
As you
To prove I will survive
You can try
You can try
To spin me
in
your web of illusion
Your ties of confusion
You can stay down with your demons
You can stay dark with the night
You can stay hidden within the shadows
But you can’t take away my light
You can try
But you won’t take away my light
I won’t follow you down
Your rabbit hole
Of fables
Your flip switch
Turn of tables
I won’t chase you
I ain’t gonna race you
And I sure as hell won’t embrace you
At the cost
Of me
Getting lost
Just to find you
Running out the door
I won’t take any more
You love to make me wait
You love to use love as bait
To fake your way in
And make me believe you care
But baby
Better beware
it’s a trap
It’s all just a trap
And I ain’t yours no more

Broken window screen
The kind of blinds I hate
But the cool cold 6 am air
Comes in
Makes my skin tingle
Makes my flesh jump
Excites the parts of my body that
Excite my everything
Makes me want to feel
Again

You fucked up royally this time
There won’t be a next
Abuser
Loser
You are those things by the way you choose to behave
Cause you are aware
But right now
You really don’t care
How to treat others
Cause you’re so consumed with treating yourself
To everyone and everything you please
Remember this
There’s no reason for me to give you
Any good that you will want again
After the way you treated me
The way you treat her behind her back
You lack
Morals
And any sense of how to be good
And someday
It will be time for you to repay
You’ll get yours
even worse
Than you could ever imagine
And I hope it hurts you deeply
Cause it’s the only way
You’ll ever learn…
How it feels
When someone does what you do
Right back at you
Remember today
And you’ll know why
You deserve to hurt and have no one there
Soon you won’t be able to escape yourself and your shit anymore
Scumbag loser
Scumbag,
You are.
Yoda apparently,
I am.

What happened between us
Was the best thing
For me
Right now
Tu n'es pas bon pour moi





Nothing
Even though the unhealthy partv if me wants to try
I see no reason to. 
Busted pieces
Faulty parts
Dead eyes
Cold hearts
There’s no use in trying
To save what’s sunk
There’s no use in holding
On to what’s junk
The city of stars
Is under a starless sky
The city of sunshine
Is where light comes to die
It’s a fraud
It’s a fake
It’s the kind of city that will make
And break
You into the worst
But first
It will take
You
And
It will blind you
With the illusion
And then fill you up with confusion
Until you
are no longer you anymore
Love means nothing Here
It’s just a word people throw around and use
and abuse.
There’s no use in trying
There is no use in trying
-Kyoko Cole 2017
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