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474 · Jan 2015
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kelia Jan 2015
b
i can only afford you for a night or two
buy you a drink and a new pair of shoes
let you pull the denim from my skin
drive to the movie theatre just make out and then-
park across the street from the broadway motel
pull my hand across the street and fall in the stairwell
use a gas station bathroom while you fight with the ATM
make love on top of the sheets because we forgot how to swim
it wasn't supposed to be a difficult goodbye
but i swear to god i saw something in your eyes
you breath my name and let me go
use your bare hands to dig my car out of the snow
440 · Nov 2014
sleeping in
kelia Nov 2014
last night i drank an entire bottle of wine
and fell asleep before i could even make it out the door
woke up face down in the middle of my room
and my clothes are in trashbags, piled in the corner
and i’m listening to ella fitzgerald and shes singing about you
i swear to god she’s singing about you
and i havent watered my plants in a while
but the neighbors promised to make it rain once a week
and i’m looking up mood ring charts so i can tell you how i feel
how should i feel?
when i’m leaving you behind
429 · Oct 2014
hi
kelia Oct 2014
hi
and when we met, i knew.

i wanted to say
   ‘i have finally, finally found you’
407 · Sep 2014
heathrow
kelia Sep 2014
you'll leave in a few days-
you’ll do it without saying goodbye
and i’ll remember that portrait of you when you were 5
you have the same ******* look in your eyes

gracefully breaking hearts is where you find your art
i’m glad i stirred up some lyrics in you
sing to girls who beg to know
but ****, i at least deserve to watch you go

they tell me to drive north
i’ll spend every last dollar on a tank of gas
but i made the mistake of telling you
when i should have asked

instead burn your letter and finally settle
and when you board that eight hour train through the sky
i hope you think of me,
and how it hurt too much to say goodbye
366 · Dec 2014
Untitled
kelia Dec 2014
you taste like 2008
you taste like friday night behind the bleachers
you taste like 'lets get back together'
you taste like the carpeted basement of my old house
you taste like stale red vines
kelia Nov 2014
we act like an old married couple
who still feel butterflies when they kiss
and when i made love to you
i wished we could’ve done it again and again
i am daydreaming so horribly it seems
i passed by my street twice today
pulled in my driveway
my lips are red and so are my insides
you have blessed both

— The End —