caitlyn-ann-yost - Hello Poetry

She always shines so bright. I swear she makes the brightest of lights look dim and dying. The sun, moon, and stars cannot even compare. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if they were a little jealous of how this girl seemed to shine.

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Feb 19, 2017

Feb 19, 2017 at 5:49 PM UTC

caitlyn-ann-yost

Oh, How You Shine

She always shines so bright. I swear she makes the brightest of lights look dim and dying. The sun, moon, and stars cannot even compare. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if they were a little jealous of how this girl seemed to shine.

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Your eyes hold mountains in them. I could easily trek through every trail, count every stone, and memorize the amount of steps it takes to hike to the tops and back down each hill. It's safe to say, I would not mind. I would not mind adventuring you for the rest of my life.

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Feb 19, 2017

Feb 19, 2017 at 5:40 PM UTC

caitlyn-ann-yost

Eyes

Your eyes hold mountains in them. I could easily trek through every trail, count every stone, and memorize the amount of steps it takes to hike to the tops and back down each hill. It's safe to say, I would not mind. I would not mind adventuring you for the rest of my life.

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You're kinda like the sky You're also kinda like the sun, moon & stars You may ask why & to that I'll say I will only ever be able to admire you're beauty & grace from a distance I will never be able to touch it So if you ever come around and I find somewhere far away to stand it's only because Some beauty is far too precious to be held by my hands

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Feb 19, 2017

Feb 19, 2017 at 5:34 PM UTC

caitlyn-ann-yost

Beautifully Unreachable

You're kinda like the sky You're also kinda like the sun, moon & stars You may ask why & to that I'll say I will only ever be able to admire you're beauty & grace from a distance I will never be able to touch it So if you ever come around and I find somewhere far away to stand it's only because Some beauty is far too precious to be held by my hands

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I know what both heaven and hell feel like. Heaven is the thought of you possibly loving me, while hell is the bitter reality that you don't.

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Feb 19, 2017

Feb 19, 2017 at 5:32 PM UTC

caitlyn-ann-yost

Heaven & Hell

I know what both heaven and hell feel like. Heaven is the thought of you possibly loving me, while hell is the bitter reality that you don't.

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i’ve given up on days that begin in late afternoon, skipped breakfast and lunch, days that fade slowly and end with ****** cut-out holes in eyelids because the second i close them and it all goes black, every moment with you comes back played on fast-forward, the memories moving so quickly that both our faces are blurred and it feels like everything i’ve ever felt for you is overflowing the tub, filling the washroom with suds that take forever to melt i’ve given up on those days. i’ve traded them for ones that begin with sunrises instead of sunsets, days that are spent falling forward instead of trying to chase the past, and i don’t look back and see something broken, or something that was better off left unopened i look back and see our bodies so close together that you can’t tell where yours begins and mine ends, i see my heart that grew twenty-three times its size, i see you and me wrapped up in something that i didn’t know existed outside of blurry 35 mm and overdue and falling-apart library books that sit on the nightstands of middle-aged women who are bored with their lives and i’m just so happy i got to love you at all. but i’ve folded up all the days spent with you and taped them in the messy pages of my journal and now i’m running into the sun, running away from every lie that’s trying to wedge its way in between my ribs, running in the opposite direction of words like "regret" and any feeling that insists that none of it was worth it because all of it was worth it. every moment we were together pumps through my veins, and it will always be there; it will be there when we’ve both graduated, when you move out west, when you kiss your family goodnight, when you sit in your backyard with tears in your eyes because you’ve lived a life you are proud of it will be there when i finally make it to new york city, when i kiss someone who isn’t you, when i find the answers you inspired me to search for, when i sit on my rooftop with tears on my cheeks because i’ve lived a life fuller than i could’ve ever imagined and you and i will live these lives apart, we’ll move on and forget what it felt like to wake up beside one another; we’ll find what we’re looking for elsewhere and we’ll understand why this all had to happen the way that it did but what we had will always exist somewhere, in rotting apples and old mail and unplayed mix CDs, in mosaics that line the city streets, in sirens and red and white flashing lights that shine through your window while you are asleep you and i were magic, we always will be.

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caitlyn-ann-yost

Feb 18, 2017

Feb 18, 2017 at 3:29 PM UTC

madisen

atoms

i’ve given up on days that begin in late afternoon, skipped breakfast and lunch, days that fade slowly and end with ****** cut-out holes in eyelids because the second i close them and it all goes black, every moment with you comes back played on fast-forward, the memories moving so quickly that both our faces are blurred and it feels like everything i’ve ever felt for you is overflowing the tub, filling the washroom with suds that take forever to melt i’ve given up on those days. i’ve traded them for ones that begin with sunrises instead of sunsets, days that are spent falling forward instead of trying to chase the past, and i don’t look back and see something broken, or something that was better off left unopened i look back and see our bodies so close together that you can’t tell where yours begins and mine ends, i see my heart that grew twenty-three times its size, i see you and me wrapped up in something that i didn’t know existed outside of blurry 35 mm and overdue and falling-apart library books that sit on the nightstands of middle-aged women who are bored with their lives and i’m just so happy i got to love you at all. but i’ve folded up all the days spent with you and taped them in the messy pages of my journal and now i’m running into the sun, running away from every lie that’s trying to wedge its way in between my ribs, running in the opposite direction of words like "regret" and any feeling that insists that none of it was worth it because all of it was worth it. every moment we were together pumps through my veins, and it will always be there; it will be there when we’ve both graduated, when you move out west, when you kiss your family goodnight, when you sit in your backyard with tears in your eyes because you’ve lived a life you are proud of it will be there when i finally make it to new york city, when i kiss someone who isn’t you, when i find the answers you inspired me to search for, when i sit on my rooftop with tears on my cheeks because i’ve lived a life fuller than i could’ve ever imagined and you and i will live these lives apart, we’ll move on and forget what it felt like to wake up beside one another; we’ll find what we’re looking for elsewhere and we’ll understand why this all had to happen the way that it did but what we had will always exist somewhere, in rotting apples and old mail and unplayed mix CDs, in mosaics that line the city streets, in sirens and red and white flashing lights that shine through your window while you are asleep you and i were magic, we always will be.

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So, Love, I beg you Look to me as you do your favorite film Speak to me as if I were someone you admired Create me as you would your muse Read me as if I were your favorite book Hear me as you do your favorite song Touch me not just with your hands, but with your words I assure you I will be the most attentive listener I will hang on every sentences that runs from your lips All the while, begging them to kiss me so softly that it hurts So, Love, I beg you then, love me.

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Feb 18, 2017

Feb 18, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC

caitlyn-ann-yost

So, Love, I Beg You

So, Love, I beg you Look to me as you do your favorite film Speak to me as if I were someone you admired Create me as you would your muse Read me as if I were your favorite book Hear me as you do your favorite song Touch me not just with your hands, but with your words I assure you I will be the most attentive listener I will hang on every sentences that runs from your lips All the while, begging them to kiss me so softly that it hurts So, Love, I beg you then, love me.

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