And I'm sorry for loving you so much more than you think I should.

24 Hours

And within a day
We were all different people
Stuck somewhere
In the halfway

Reckless

You are not my sunshine
You are my thunderstorm
The hurricane I am caught in
The tempest I am trapped in
The typhoon I am drowning in
The earthquake shaking everything I thought I knew
And I
I am a forest fire

We are both natural disasters

Of Red Lipstick: A slam poem by Kate King

A Living Contradiction

An oxymoron
Is what we are
Hopeless optimists,
A beautiful disaster,
Alone together,
Fighting peacefully,
Talking silently
Whispering loudly our well-known secrets, and
Loving furiously

You've Turned My Thoughts Into Constellations

My feet touch the ground
But oh darling, my head is
Up among the stars

Third Person Thoughts

And she often felt as if she were on the brink of shattering, of exploding from the inside, for she had so many thoughts but never the right words to say them. And since she could not say them the way they needed to be said, she simply did not say anything at all.