k.

How pricey did words cost today

That some can’t just afford to pay?

How cold-hearted people have turned

To kill a conversation and let it burned

Hey! this is my happiest day, I….

k.

I’m wrecked; I’m struggling with these s#@% and…

k.

Sincere meaningful words float into dust

As one-letter reply shun them in disgust

Purest efforts shattered

Self-worth battered

Where did the good talks go?

When your K slaps me with a no

I've waited long with enthusiasm

And you cut it short with the best sarcasm

k.

I said it was ok

But it was never ok

And you don’t get it, so ok!

Insensitive, insensible, rude

Or maybe you’re not in the mood?

Lazy, busy, empty words & excuses

So much for these bruises

With a K, you’ve encapsulated my value

But sorry, I know my worth better than you

I don’t deserve that bullc**p ‘k’ of yours

So take it, along with your egocentric course

~~~~~~~~oo0oo~~~~~~~~

PHOTO CREDITS: Ryanx Acorda (photographer) & Ryan Angeles (model)

Disclaimer: Out of boredom, a filthy poetry came to life. Apology for the simplicity, lack of metrical arrangement, and roughness; this poem is not crafted to impress but to express the sentiments of those who are victims of the ‘K’ conundrum.