that’s crap….you let her change you like that…

golddigger

It doesn’t matter if you wrote it in a letter

caught a plane to come and get her

Think you really could do better

Sorry for the day man, that you met her

she took your money coz you let her

now that time is just a blur together

and you look like you’ve been through the shredder

© Kait King, 2015

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Not a good time…

Not a good time

Inky black, I’m sucked back

down to her dark depths

Like an octopus her story wraps me in its tentacles

A stranglehold on stories told

and the ink she has spread across the page I can’t see through

I think I’m drowning…it’s sticky black and I should come up for air

even though my mouth is open to suck grace in -nothing fills my lungs

even though my eyes are open there is nothing – nothing but darkness

inky blackness the colour of the story told with the pain of being buried alive

© Kait King, 2015

Something Nefarious

Nefarious

Something nefarious

is going on

Something deceitful

something quite wrong

Then something fantastic

is happening here

Someone’s falling in love

someone finally cares

Now something sad

has taken place

She can’t even bear

to look at his face

So something shocking

has now occurred

She killed them both

Have you heard?

Something nefarious

is going on

Something deceitful

something quite wrong

© Kait King, 2015

Last thought in a Playground

playground thought

She’s beating the

crap out of me

I want to be

retaliatory

But I can’t find a gap

to even try

and hit back

She kicks me in

my side

Everyone there wants to see

me cry

I can hear their

jeering calls

of magnified echoes

charging through halls

This strange metamorphosis

in sound

is my ticket off

the gravelly ground

And I can see myself

lying there

The group of bystanders

shout and cheer

My body, I see

crumpled like

a sack

And I never even got a chance

to throw a punch back

© Kait King, 2015

Society’s Perfect Human

Society's perfect human

Don’t know why I’m here

but finally I see

there’s a few hard lessons

to be learned by me

And it doesn’t matter what I

think I’ve learned

I give so much

and still get burned

So how do we turn ourselves

into someone new

It can’t be the easiest thing

to do so

why do we try so hard

to be

society’s perfect human being?

© Kait King, 2015

Too much Too late Too soon

too soon,late

When it seems to me

that this is the end

you just keep coming back

to me, my friend

I say that word with a smirk

on my face

I can’t just be friends

and your shit’s at my place

you’ll look at me with

your shiny eyes

pull my heartstrings

like a baby’s cries

And it won’t matter

‘cos it’s all lies

Too much Too late Too soon

© Kait King, 2015