mr miyagi

teach me to bend over perfectly. so that I might see the light at the end of the tunnel when you send me barreling through it.

call me crazy when i steam like an engine and I will call it art,

because art is never crazy enough and calling me crazy is pretty far-fetched to begin with.

im exhausted and my skin feels like leather but ive never been so happy to wear such freedom and independence. i may be tough but my soul is still like the air.

you’ve heard the saying damaged people are dangerous because they know they can survive? well, i’m sorry my survival instincts kicked in and it became obvious that only one of us was going to come out alive.

thinking that your tactics and blame would undo me and name you the victor. instead, i am the one who weathers it best. guess you’re not so smart after all are you lover?

i laugh at what you bring against your teeth and raise in your mouth to harm me. and you never thought you would see me born from ashes so quickly.

imagine my immense pleasure when i got to show you how much you taught me, a quick study, in being a chameleon and f**k i invented fake-n-it-till-your make-it.

oh that’s right i must have forgotten that you never cared to know about me.

-kh

Reviews

[Alessander]

Honestly, the title drew me in, and I was expecting some sort of one footed karate kick at the end or something, but you went in a different direction, to say the least, though I can see the link at the beginning.

This very much reads like a stream-of-thought piece, which I fancy very much.

This treats relationships like power struggles, or war, victors, losers, and seems to wear out both combatants.

That's what I got from in it anywhow. I'm usually wrong.