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Kaitlyn R Dec 2014
15.
Maybe we are meant
to have different beliefs
spice it up, baby.
Haikus and stuff. I can't count.
Kaitlyn R Dec 2014
brush your teeth
when he says he enjoys your company
gargle those words
extract all of the salt from them
let it do what oceans do
let them eb and flow
between your lips and the exit
and when the sun goes down,
get into your car and drive
because you don’t live here
you can’t build a rocking horse in the sand
i mean, you could
but you shouldn’t
don’t fool yourself into believing
that he can actually see you
just because he remembers
your favorite scarf
he will not see you
until he takes off her glasses
and when he pulls you closer
use his grip to contain your disappointment
do not allow resentment to cloud
the crystal through which you look
to see the inner circles of your own happiness
and when the cerulean-jay flutters your hair
pull up your socks
and step into the puddles
knowing that there will always be
someone offering you a warmer pair.
Kaitlyn R Dec 2014
she has thumb prints from where
the I-told-you-so took hold
of the roadmaps on her hips

between the sweat and the bass
he could barely tell that her pulse
was exploding beneath her skin
and all of the closed mouth kissing
made her feel slightly less young
                         as if she could outgrow this
the salt-soaked-pillow-case-mornings
the way cheap eyeliner smudges
into a perfect 2am shadow that lasts til noon
                                as if she could outgrow
mac-n-cheese and pancakes absorbing
the residual wine that her body has learned
to hold when she can't feel her lips anymore

because not even tiger striped hips
can stifle the hope that bubbles
up to her shoulders when the guy
with strong hands and a fickle heart
and an I-told-you-so-smile
sends lightening up her spine.
Kaitlyn R Dec 2014
13.
I must be doing
something wrong because I know
nothing about love.
Haikus and stuff.
Kaitlyn R Dec 2014
12.
my hobbies include
counting butterfly toes and
******* lesbians.
I'm writing a bunch of haikus and stuff.
Kaitlyn R Dec 2014
he's got strong hands and a fickle heart
she's been waiting for him to catch up
he was all look and no leap
until the salt soaked into his lips
and he fell in love with the
taste of language
and her hair grew out
past the knobby part of her shoulders
so he couldn't lean there anymore
but if you close your right eye
and then your left,
They were pretty much the same person.
Kaitlyn R Dec 2014
Never the knee
because god forbid
your thighs melted together
and then the men in toupees
wouldn't be able to stake their claim.
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