WRITING | a summer ago

a   s u m m e r   a g o 

sparkling nights

black gold nights 

losing friends to grown up fights 

city noise small town silence 

grown near the river with the riots 

fireworks and on firehearts 

blazing skies 

crazy eyes

scarlet flame 

dreams of fame…

virtuous vices fascistic freedom 

those stained glass eyes

their white steeple lies 

hiding their sins and wiping our minds 

cathedral covered sunday secrets 

if you know one you better keep it 

if you got a dream you better kill it 

drunk rose scented girls 

nighttime girls 

under the river bridge girls 

always there with the 

blue eyed freckled boys 

“good, working boys” 

“boys will be boys”

if you've never had "love" you'd better try it
if you've got a dream you better throw it 

a year-younger me

15 year old me  

trying to make sense of the senseless society 

an old soul in young bones 

a mind with a mind and age of its own 

if you’ve got a brain you better teach it

if you don’t the devil will feed on it  
and if you've got a dream-

you better keep it 

  

xx un abbraccio, kathryn 💋

WRITING | "darknesses."

darknesses.

come to me with your darkness. 

come, knowing I will care.

deeply. 

it will eat me up inside because I try to carry every cross on my shoulders

like a guilt. 

a guilt from all that darkness. 

a guilt because I couldn't stop the hands that pulled you further and further in 

and a guilt reminding me of the times you didn't make it into the light. 

a guilt not mine, no, but it's not in my nature to let you bear this life on your own

don't bear it on your own- come to me with your darkness

it kills me but it keeps me alive 

knowing you're not facing death alone anymore

death from that darkness 

I will filter 

your heart, your past

your life, your memories

your soul, your ghosts 

your madness, your sanity

your hatred, your love

and give back only the bright things of your existence

i'll keep the darkness from you

i'll try my hardest

I have so many darknesses inside. 

but you know, it becomes like the night sky in there. 

it's deep midnight

and there's fragments of stars- bits of light I've stolen to remember the hope in people eyes. 

it is beautiful in the night. it is so human.

and when the midnight overflows 

and streams down my cheeks in ink and color

it's my soul's only, hurtful way to make room 

for the moon- my heart, my light, so I can give it to others. 

so I can get new darknesses.

but some people's darknesses settle. 

in the deep water, right at the bottom of my core

those waters that are hardly stirred but are  

always 

rippling. 

these darkness are ones I've learned to love too much.

from people who I never should have fallen for so painfully.

some darknesses are my own forever because it is the only way to hold on. 

it's my own, delusional method for not losing people 

when they are lost. 

come to me with your darkness.

break me with what has broken you.

and at the end of my life 

with millions of invisible tears and faint shadows on my face

i will smile

as I look inside 

at all the galaxies we've made together.

xx un abbraccio, kathryn <3