When To Let Go

when the time starts wandering
and your thoughts seem incoherent
“you seem lost but you’re here”

energy depleting
you feel the mental exhaustion creeping
“i just want to sleep.. and sleep”

when your heart skips beats but stops
all within moments
your bones seem brittle
“why aren’t you eating?”

when discussions turn to hot coals
and emotions are either too much
or never enough

when you want, but you don’t
you love, but you hate
and hurt becomes an organ
you’re learning to not reject

when you learn to adjust and not to heal
hiding..just keep hiding
from everyone, them, yourself

this is when you let go.

Treading Down Nostalgic Paths

The nostalgia of places I’ve been overtakes me
Jolting memories of worlds I’ve left
I’ll never be able to let them go
Among the sands and mountains
I’ve forgotten pieces of myself there

Will I ever be able to trace them back?
Was I meant to be longing like this?

I hope one day before I go
I’ll have a long flashback of the
Enticing lands I’ve ventured to
And the smiles I’ve exchanged
The fleeting faces of strangers
With different tongues that I’ll never come across again
And the distinct feeling of finally being whole

The Narrative My Body Tells

My body is memory foam
The impression ever-lasting
It holds the secrets of harmonious days
and the scars of a troubled past
But none of that matters when you
Sink into the silk of my skin
And trace your fingers atop the rivers of my veins
They will speak stories to you
You will come to know the riots
That boil within me and the ones I’ve overcome
The resilient cells of my body
And I hope to God the truths are still
As lovely to you as they are to me

– MK


How many times
Will I have to look your way
For you to notice me

How many times
Will I have to curl these lashes
To try to impress you

How many times
Will I have to paint these lips
For you to touch them

How many times
Will I have to tell conversations with my eyes
For you to read them

How many more times
Will I have to smile cheek to cheek
For you to want to die for me




my feet sunk into the moist white sand
the moon illuminated
engulfing the sky with its fluorescence
that night it talked to me so quietly
through the breeze, it sung
taking on a different form
the reflection on the horizon calmed me
the smell of the sea consumed me
in that moment, i felt safe

through rage and despair
i could always go to them
knowing both would put my mind
in a trance of ecstasy
this was my rapture
this is home


The Calm

i’m an adrenaline junkie
always have lived for the thrill
a weakness from my past…

because lust is exhilarating and passionate
the fleeting tides reaching for the moon,
ripping through you and spilling out of you
yet love is mellow and calm
a nice breeze on a spring day
a standstill moment

i’m learning to accept the plateau
and be grateful for it
i’m learning