KC - Hello Poetry

KC Oct 2017

You said you couldn't look past what my body's done
But if my body wasn't treated like a temple
How can you explain all those who were on their knees before it
Before you came along?
Those who inhaled my moaning like a song

I sang a Sunday hymn while making love to him
And hummed Monday blues
While drinking about you

To the ones who don't want you to be theirs, or any one else's

KC Jun 2017

September 19, 2016

I still miss you sometimes
Like today when I spoke about goodbyes
When I said I hated the word “stay”- so full of melancholy.

Did I ask you to stay?
I must have screamed it a thousand times,
but it probably came out as
“when did you stop loving me?”

When did you?

I remember when you left the last time.
I wish I’d known it was the last time.
Maybe I would have held on a little longer.
Maybe I would not have cried so you could have remembered me as brave.

And It’s fall again
This is around the time the “stays” turned into “please come home.”

I hope you’re well
I hope you still think of me as brave.

Excerpt from a journal entry

#heartbreak #stay #goodbye #love #leave #remember #missing #brave

KC Jun 2017

Showers

It was not over when the silence came
or when it was broken by the last
I love you

It was not over when our lips said the final
goodbye
without saying a word

It was not over when we walked away
and fought the urge to turn around

It was not over when you spoke in
body language and
“I need you”
got lost in translation

It was over when I was in your arms
wearing nothing but skin
and I whispered - I miss you

I’m right here,
You replied
While you were
so
far
gone

I believe there is a moment, a sudden epiphany where you realize you're in love, when you realize you're out of love, or when you realize they have fallen out of love. This poem is about that moment.

#over #silence #goodbye #love #heartbreak

KC Jun 2017

A Girl Like Me

If you follow me
I can teach you to keep up with my pace

You'll be the tone
I'll be the tempo
 
Follow me
and you will learn you never knew good mornings
until the sun rise was replaced by me

I will be your caffeine
your whiskey in a tea cup

I can show you the world that I know
like the back of my hand
as you eat out of the palm

You will learn to bite the hand that feeds you
and the lips

And you will believe the dead eyes that tell you
"You’re the best I ever had"

I will be on my knees
but it will be you doing the begging

I will consume you
until you can’t even close your eyes
without being reminded of the nights
I refused and used to spend with you

I will let you kiss my neck
and teach you to read the goose bumps
you create on my skin
like braille

Until the day comes
when my body speaks a language
you no longer understand

And that day you will say
I am the girl your mother warned you about

But silly boy,
your mother’s never met a girl like me

#caffeine #whiskey #lips #*** #beg #consume #nights #kiss #bite #touch

KC Jun 2017

Tempus Edax Rerum

I remember how you’d say
We should spend time not money

But I spent my money on time
And not even my gold encrusted piece
Could freeze the moment you were mine

I can’t tell the difference,
Is it my watch ticking,
Heart beating or the metronome?
Is it the smoke or the pheromones?

You can’t remember the moans
But you remember how the liquor tricked you,
Made her loose
Made you lick her

And you found the gold mine at the meeting of her thighs,
It wasn’t only on her wrist and in her eyes

I’m not one to pray
But my knees got ******
From worshiping a Sunday kind of love

In the name of father time,
You - the sun
And my holy spirit

And I guess it’s true what they say
That nothing good happens after 2 AM

Then again, there was you
And then those 2 PM Monday blues

And it’s ironic how time heals all wounds,
but no drug, god or serum can save us from
tempus edax rerum

This poem is about time, that devours all things

#time #love #metronome #pheromone #liquor #pray #sunday #blues #monday #wounds

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