Cecelia K

Cecelia K May 2017

Don't fall in love with a drummer
You will hear him in every beat of every song
You will hear his voice imitate those beats
You will see him and his arms that used to hold you sweep over the cymbals and hollow cylinders
You will feel each hit of his drum sticks in your stomach and lungs instead of on those cymbals and hollow cylinders
You will remember the way he seemed to escape into another place from the moment of first impact
You will feel his arms guide your hands over the correct circles
Like he wanted you to escape with him
You will miss the sounds of him losing himself in the noise
You will miss the feeling of losing yourself in his noise

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Cecelia K May 2017

nero

I could feel that touch of yours in
every
single
nerve
in my body.

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Cecelia K May 2017

dating an artist

You seem to keep escaping out of my fingertips and
On to my guitar
On to these pages
On to my canvases

You have always been a piece of art
But now I've come along to
try and capture it

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Cecelia K May 2017

North

I want to memorize the map that is your skin
But no matter how many times my finger tips glide across your surface
I get lost everytime

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Cecelia K May 2017

canvas

let my lips paint the word 'perfect’ on every inch of you
let the words seep in
and if they wont, I will gladly try
and try
again

Cecelia K May 2017

Monday 1st of May 10:15pm

Every time I take a step it reminds me of dancing with you in my kitchen. Our pancakes kept burning, we lost track of time, but neither of us seemed to care.

Every time my lips touch together it reminds me of kissing you in my front room. Anyone could have walked in at any second, we lost track of time, but neither of us seemed to care.

Every time I get inside my car it reminds me of the time we left it parked in the middle of the road while we stood by holding eachother close. People honked and yelled, we lost track of time, but neither of us seemed to care.

I wish it was still so easy to lose track of time.

Awaiting August

Cecelia K Apr 2017

hues of blue

Between our shaky breaths we seemed to sink deeper and
            ·  °
             .°
           °·
deeper°
until we couldn't see

Ive always been scared of the depths of
the sea and whatever resides within it, but I've found myself wanting to explore every grain of sand and bubble with you.