"They constantly told me

that my first love

would be a handsome boy

who'd save me

or a pretty girl

who'd hold me.

So I searched the world

for another,

never knowing that

my first love

should have been

me."

-k.v.

Bandages

I want to crawl into your wounds 

And make a home for myself 

in all that pain

Rearrange the furniture in your veins to make room for my old sofa

And stow my luggage 

in your heart

The tag on my suitcase still has your name on it

From the last time I flew home

I want to rip off your bandages and revel in the beauty 

of all those scars

Shine a light into your mouth 

so they glow

As bright and beautiful 

as the stars

After all, the blinking bulbs of this lonely, glittering city

Have nothing on the sky seen from your bedroom window

Poetry

Take a pencil and slice open your own Stomach

Let someone poke and prod

your Intestines

Until they are satisfied

with the amount of Blood 

covering their hands

And you'll know how it feels to write Poetry