Who do I admit my faults to? Can I tell you my less than beautiful thoughts too?
...before you say yes, I must confess, that my thoughts grew with contempt those nights you, left my mind without solace
...and anticipating promise after promise, unfilled, left my heart blue...
more so because it feels like the beginning of another episode where my heart's fooled, and my head forgets to be my anchor.
And I told me to run now before I enable myself to love you more than my own breath..
that one day when you're gone all that I'll have left,
is memories of what you made me feel and thoughts of who you're now giving them to. Forgive me, my mind has been spreading rumors of you,
...to my heart hoping it will take heed and leave before you do.
...do I speak these or leave them inside and let them steep?
-days like this; K.E
Kimolee Eryn is an artist and writer who believes in creating for a purpose beyond the purpose of creating. She believes that a life should be lived not just to sustain itself but to cultivate peace, love and growth in all adjacent beings and hopes to exemplify that in all she does.