you are so lovely in your wicked ways
you are heavy
i can feel it, so can the room
everyone is waiting for that pause
the one you find yourself existing in
you are so lovely in your wicked ways
finding the quirks
the imbalanced romanticism in their dialect
'yeah, i’m a southern boy'
the kind you swore you’d stay away from
you spent too many nights with knights at rogue water
underage but over your limit
oh boy, that patagonia
slinging country song quarters into the jukebox
take me home!
you are so lovely, even in your wicked ways
do you like country music?
he turns left for the freeway
do you know how to drive stick shift?
you are so lovely, even in your wicked ways
i didn’t fold her laundry
she left my XXL t-shirts without wrinkles
pink, without wrinkles
you are so lovely in your wicked ways
he mixes a couple of drinks for you
reaches to grab your hand from across the bar
seared by the tea-light candle
i waltzed out of that bar like i had him
he is small and beautiful with a temper
i could love him all while hating him
i’m just a gal whose nose bled
after falling into his bed (more than once)
more than once
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 12:12 AM UTC
you got mad at me for photographing the scabs on your arm
it exists as evidence - you’ve bled, you hate it
as if it made you less of a man
regretting every time you display affection
tell me how you really feel
tell me how you’ve fallen
as if it made you less of a man
baby, you’re my man
and i documented your old blood
because its the closest i’ve gotten
to seeing your insides
the closest i’ve been
to truly believing
that you have a heart
or that you bleed
for me
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 6:01 PM UTC
my baby exists when he wants to
leaving vitamin D outside my door
gives me kisses on my arteries
kisses my bruises even more
my baby gives flowers for breakfast
and claims they won’t ever bloom
he loves me, he loves me not
he speaks in glances across the room
my baby breaks my heart
my baby adores me so
my baby knows just the right spot
gotta let my baby go
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 4:53 PM UTC
we find ourselves crumpled like paper
my nosebleed acts like glue
you smell and taste like pixie dust
my eyes roll around the room
ascending towards heaven
i grip your ribs like handrails
you stop me short -
'i'm going to...'
and like a napkin under the dinner table
i’m falling off your lap
you'll remember me when you need to clean up
when you need to wipe your hands
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 11:55 AM UTC
too far away to tell you my knees hurt
but still close enough that i can hear you breathe in my ear
'oh, kelia'
when you tell me
'i told you so'
or
'i tried to warn you'
i will only be mad at myself for not listening to anything
but 'oh, kelia'
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 4:49 PM UTC
can only hug me one armed
knights under a fan that shakes
as my legs go their own way
too far gone into loving you
say you love me in some ways too
concerned with your own knees
to worry about mine how can i
willingly put myself in your bed
do you think that maybe when
you leave me for dead
you won’t miss me if you die too!
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 4:29 PM UTC
a loverboy that didn’t last
an agreement
maybe it wasn’t supposed to
i can add him to the list
i’ve got going in my head
‘ones who left’
never wrote it down because
i think it might change
a loverboy who held my head
the 30th time he found me
spinning in circles
chasing neon with whiskey
held it until the morning after
brought me water in a mug
‘you’re a cool girl, can i see you tonight’
and then never called
i can write about him
until i find someone new
loverboy who i wasn’t ready to lose
just yet
he asked ‘yet’?
and i corrected
‘ever’
loverboy who left me little crumbs
to eat
after he took me home for dinner
he says he’s ‘not in the right place
for loving a girl like you’
and i roll my eyes, toss my socks into the corner
‘yet?’ i ask
‘ever’
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 9:56 AM UTC
broken hearts aren’t badges
look how lovable i am, and look how little i care
i don’t mind their stains of red and white on my shirt
the half moon crescents i leave on their pillows
born to misplace words and sleep in different rooms
to love any big eyed sucker who returns eye contact
kisses bruises in unusual places, my hand
to fall every night
to sip the sun until i don’t feel it at all
to return to the mouths i once fed with poetry and mint chapstick
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
its just that i’ve never loved a wild heart like yours before
and my favorite part -
besides your curly, bleached, dead hair -
is you in that pub with that wild eyed stare
dipping your head side to side
hand slowly moves over my shoulder
“i’m happy to see you. i’m happy to see you.”
and i walk alleyways like runway a model too drunk for her heels
and we say goodbye like actors who never made it big
soap opera goodbyes
i get in a cab and say goodbye goodbye goodbye!
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 8:55 PM UTC
you are a needed nap in the afternoon
a curvy spine on a midsummer bloom
a freckle on a pasty white back
you are the number one cause of heart attacks
you are a seatbelt in my grandma's car
you are a satellite mistaken for a star
you are a bedside table with sleeping pills
a hook stuck in a fishes gills
you aren't really what you seem
a quirk, a cloud, a blurry dream
if i squint my eyes you're the brightest shape
and when i close my eyes i can still see your face
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC