My art doesn’t derive from human interaction, but rather the hollows they leave behind…
words deployed during the hardest of times, when butterflies and tongue ties wouldn’t allow me to let you know how I feel… they don’t even bother to last long enough to form a sentence.
How do you boldly confess that you’ll give me some thing like love, when all that I asked for was love. How do you not see that you’re falling short? I effortlessly give you all of me, my stars & moons, only to get empty spaces in return.
If you’re going to choose me, Choose me because you genuinely want me, Not because you’re scared of seeing me in the arms of another man.
Waking up next to you, with the smell of coffee brewing parallel to morning dust.
Coffee synonymous to lust
Today I had no desire to see the sun rise or set, Oxygen was nothing short of an enemy.
I love myself enough for it to over shadow the love I initially thought I needed from others. K.M
Birthed by pain
Mother by misery
Yet gentle enough to lie on dandelions