I think of you…

I think of you

I think of you

and dreardom stops

I think of you

and there’s a colour

I can’t name

© Kait King, 2015

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Does it Sting? – aka Pointless

skeletal mona lisa

Does it sting?

Can you feel

my hate

my anger

blistering at you?

Inflamed and furious

that not even the

Herculean strength of my own

sanity will tie it down

My bitterness seeps out

of my pores

leaving a trail of

achingly sad tearful

nights and aimless lonely

days

Does it sting?

Can you feel me

loathing you from afar?

My hate for you is so

giant – it has to be visible

surely you can feel this

surely you know I am hating you

betrayed by you, unforgiving

of you – surely….

What do you mean, he’s got another girlfriend?

© Kait King, 2015

Daily grind of a good guy

Daily grind

I come home

the cat’s at my feet

kids are crying

but there’s nothing made to eat

It’s a hard day at work

with paper knee deep

and the heater’s broken

so I can’t get to sleep

Yet another day comes

we follow like sheep

I can’t find the faith

to make that big leap

I know I shouldn’t take it in

so very, very deep

But it seems to be sort of extra hard

when you aren’t someone who cheats

© Kait King, 2015

We love you Mum

we love you mum

And we have to say

It’s not fair you only get one day

When every second of every minute

We thank the Universe for putting you in it

There are not enough words

In any language spoken

All we have is a small token

Of our love to give

Reflected in the life we live

We’d tell you every single day

How much we love you in every way

Without you, we’d be nothing

Without your love, we’d not survive

Without your grace, care and kindness

We’d be born another child

So we thank you Mum

We are grateful for who we are

The equal sum of you and Dad

Have made us who we are

© Kait King, 2015