the K files
the muse:
This is a collection of poetry about one person, his name was Kyle.
Dear Kyle,
You were that last moment of childhood emotion. A fleeting crush that consumed me throughout our senior year of high school together. You were my friend and maybe I read too far into it, watching as all my friends paired off with someone else. It hurt, more than I admitted to all the people who knew, but it was never your fault. Considering everything else that happened that year, I think we came out of it all pretty okay. And unlike the couple of crushes I had during my formative years, I don’t regret this one. No, it was different, exhilarating, and exactly what I needed to experience before being let loose on the rest of the world.
- a.k.n.














