Poems by: Katra May-Nash

How Do I Feel?

Do you ever want to tell someone how you feel about them, but you don't know how you feel about them?

It's similar to when you're asked a question and you have an answer in your head but can't put it into words.

He loves me; he loves me not; he loves me.

Well, maybe he doesn't know. Maybe he doesn't believe in love. Maybe he was raised in a fucked-up world and doesn't know what love is, or... maybe he loves you.

In this world, it's difficult to know what the right feelings are and whether they are the right ones.

Life is difficult; don't let it bring you down because, in the end, up is down, left is right, right is wrong, love is hate, and we're not okay.

And you shouldn't be the one who has to question whether or not he loves you. You should already know. You need to learn that life isn't fair and isn't always easy.

But...

Just remember that being nice is free, but so is being a raging cunt.