There Are No Wrong Persons

There are no wrong persons

We're all passersby

Seeking a temporary home

Somewhere we can warm our hands,

Somewhere we can feel we belong,

For a while

For a short while...

However, we get attached

In the process

Even if we know from the start

That we will leave

One day

And when that moment comes,

Goodbye becomes

The most difficult pill to swallow

It buries us in the burrow

Of snow

So we die

For a while

For a short while...

Darling I may be wrong

But may I

May I stay

For a while

Fuse with your heart

Before I escape

With the sullen midnight

And darling may you

Be kind enough

To hold me like your own

For a while

For a short while...

Let me reside darling

In your heart

Even if I'm wrong

But our song

It keeps telling me

In our world...

There are no wrong persons

If there are, then we're all wrong

Wrong for stopping by,

Wrong for seeking shelter,

Wrong for warming our hands

Wrong for filling our hearts

With illusions of love

So it can breathe and survive

For a while

For a short while...

-Temporary home,

Katie, 12:30

If you can dance

With my pen

As gently

As you do

In my imagination

Be my muse

Stain my notes

For eternity

(if it's not asking too much)

-be my muse, katie, 27th of February 2020

Why do you need to hide

When my darkness calls

If you love me,

Why are you so terrified?

-katie, 17:15

But I loved you,

My darling

When I tied

Your shoelaces

In an effort

To hold

Your pieces intact

In my hands

While the world around you

Didn't seem to care

If you break

Or lose yourself

To the night

I was there

Oh I wish

Your heart

Can remember

Me and that moment

Before February ends...

-that moment before February,

katie, 19:35

I wish life

Would give me

Coffee beans

Instead of lemons...

-katie, 21:00

Where do midnight tears go?

After they cleanse the heart

Where do they run to?

Do they flow with the river

Or against the current

Of a raging sea

Fight their own sorrow

Bury themselves in the burrow

Clawed in the ocean floor

Where do they run to?

After taking all the bitterness

Where do they hide

Do they run to reveal

What lips screamed

In the depth of despair

A moment of helplessness

Lungs gasping for air

After they fall

Where do they go?

Somewhere dark

A forest of snow

Where do they rest

After calming hysteria

Do they linger beneath the pillows

And wait for tomorrow

As I wait for you

After your footsteps are gone

Their echo disappeared

Into the long corridor of time

I sit by my bed

Watching the candlestick

Consume itself with its fire

The chilled wind of dawn

Comes to greet me

I shiver against its gust

And remember your touch

And how warm it has felt

Against my skin

Too warm that it hid

The truth that you are leaving

So I wept like a child

Gone insane for a while

For a little while

Then my own tears

Flodded my world

Drowned me

But in the end, taught me

How to swim to the surface

And now my eyes are dry

Where do the tears go?

After cleansing me

For another sullen midnight

Where do they hide?

Do they roll on my pillow

Linger longer than I do?

Or are they somewhere tracing

The steps back to you?

-Tracing the steps back to you,

Katie, 13:00