I was anemic and you were O-. Life was draining from my eyes and you were my vital oasis. I needed you. You were right for me, right?

You were the universal donor to alleviate my sadness, and I accepted you without question. I let your blood consume my own. Because your blood was simultaneously filling me with oxygen, without you I couldn’t breathe. I needed you. You were right for me, right?


But for every drop of blood you contributed to my body, a new tear drop fell. Every drop of blood whispered a new insecurity. You filled me with your own self-doubt serving to emphasize my own. But not once did I wince at the pinch of the needle, or cringe at the sight of the IV. I needed you. You were right for me, right?

But so often times we fall for O- when we are AB+, because they feel right, because they seem perfect. And we fall because without those 6 quarts of blood we may cease to exist. We forget that our heart can beat alone without someone else’s name pumping through our veins. O- blood has common side-effects of insecurity and sadness that overpower the feeling of limited livelihood.

Wait for your AB+. It’s worth it. I promise.

~m.k.

Do you like me?
Or do you not like me?

You are such a cubic,
I have to play around for so long,
And when I think I've got it,
There's one ******* white block,
Trapped in the center of the **** reds.

Is there a hack way to work you out?
Do I have to pull out each block,
Pull them out one by one,
Until I accidentally break a piece?

Each time I lose my temper because of you,
I remind myself,
I remind myself that,
I need to be patient with you,
Because if I force you apart,
You'll break.

I swear,
You are such a cubic.