I’ve cleaned out my closet
four times this year.
I’m always sick
of the women I’ve been.
I no longer
fantasize over
making beds on the train tracks.
I am staying above water,
I am fighting.


I am a mountain
of a girl.

Michelle K., I Am a Mountain.

He was so
knowledgable in loving
but had
no clue how to love.
Our nightmares
are so different
it’s amazing we ever
shared a bed.

Michelle K., Loving.
alaskajunction:

"I have lived in my body for years and still need  maps and lights  to find my way to how I feel.” - Michelle K.

Don’t even care about the typo I love this so much

Today, we remember.

starinagalaxy:

Quote on my wall by michellekpoems. I read this everyday

This is so very cute

I am not
a puzzle piece
created to complete
him.
I am
the finished product.
I am my own
piece of art.
I am
the fucking gallery.

Michelle K., What I Am, Not.

Seasons change
as hell freezes over.
Sticky sweet living rooms
are emptied.
At least I no longer
pray in the bottom of swimming pools.
At least I no longer
toy with the idea
of racing trains on the track.
The year is melting away,
and I keep
moving forward.

Michelle K., Moving Forward.

It’s truly amazing to meet people that aren’t obsessed with bodies—the presence of a body, the weight of a body, the duty and form of a body. I often forget that not everyone has grown up meticulously judging the physical space they occupy; that you really can be more than what you see in the mirror. I treasure these moments so wholeheartedly.

There is dirt
under my fingernails
and tread marks
across my heart,
but
oh
if I could be saved
by anyone but myself
it would be you.
It is always you
with your unassuming
effervescent
you-ness.
My lungs collapse
at the thought
of you.
My skin sings
at the possibility
of being touched by you.

Michelle K., You and Your You-ness.

Your poems feel like home. Whenever I read them I feel less empty and alone. I'm grateful for your existence. Xx

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I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR YOU and everyone who is kind and thoughtful. I am so spoiled with great followers

But seriously “your poems feel like home” is the best compliment kiss me