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Kelly Weaver Sep 2018
there's a song in my playlist that makes me feel like i can't breathe
it pulls at my skin like the tightening of a drum
except the drumsticks are razor blades and the song is a ******* requiem
the choir is sobbing but smiling all he while
and every guest has their fingers crossed.
it's an open-casket affair, but it's filled with ****** water
the guest of honor is hiding in plain sight, or so i've heard.
Kelly Weaver Jun 2016
My friends got together
Over coffee and secrets
Intertwining fingers
And unfortunately, tongues.
I sat and watched
As my hope dwindled
From my mossy eyes
Love turning me sour.
And I smiled
As my dry eyes
Bore daggers through her
And his stitched her wounds.
envious was I
Kelly Weaver Jul 2016
As a young girl, I paid attention
I knew what happened behind closed doors
It was horrid.
I recall nights of sickness
Inhaling your mistakes into my tiny lungs
And kids didn't want to sit with me at snack time
Because I reeked of regret.
And now, years later
When you found my bag of ***
How could you be surprised?
How could you be shocked
That your daughter, now sixteen
Picked up the same habits you practiced
Her entire life?
Because that burning feeling in my throat
Mixed with cool fall air and sadness
Was my ultimate high.
Because this was easier than dragging a sharp blade
Across my arm to bring some sort of
Non-existent relief.
It was better to escape to somewhere else
Where my problems were small
And I was free.
And when you asked me where I got it
How could you be even the tiniest bit surprised
When you heard that my answer was,
"From your stash"?
Such hypocrites they are.
Kelly Weaver Mar 2017
**** love, and all that comes with it
**** the ones you fall for though you CLEARLY shouldn't
**** the guys that let you cry yourself to sleep at night without a shred of guilt on the conscience
**** loving someone only to have your happiness shattered into sharp little pieces
And **** trying to pick them all up.

You'll cut your hands on their words, their promises, their smile
They aren't worth the time
The tears
The blood
The emotion the raw emotion that's eating away at your heart while you try to find the courage to stumble out of bed in the morning
**** love and it's empty promises.
All love does is tear people down and rip them apart
You don't deserve this pain
Nobody does but we keep falling in love and keep getting hurt and it's such a vicious cycle so
**** LOVE.
Kelly Weaver Aug 2016
Trust is not given, but earned
And old bridges must be burned
But you cannot close what was never open
And life tends to favor the over-churned.
From time to time, if you may
See a whole universe in front of you
And maybe next time, per say
Pick someone by the way they look at you.
With gentle eyes
Or with contempt.
If they light up when you smile
Or when you agree with them.
Sure signs of a surely scattered lover
Should come clearer to you than this.
For instance:
          •If they seem like they don't care for you, believe them.
          •If they tend to make other plans when you schedule dinner with your parents, leave them.
          •And, if they let you go to sleep unhappy at night, retrieve their belongings from your apartment, scatter them into the streets and do not allow them to open your now-closed door.
You'll follow this advice, I'm sure.
Kelly Weaver Jan 2017
It's agony, hearing her name on your tongue
Like ripping my soul out and taking a bite, only to spit it out
And I can't bear seeing a smile she's caused
But all I want is your happiness.
So I'll gladly sit back
And watch you love her, though she's undeserving
And I won't be able to understand what you see in her
But I'll be happy for you
Because you'll be happy.
But just know
That it's agony, hearing her name on your tongue.
Kelly Weaver Sep 2016
with air turning crisp
leaves crunching beneath our feet
all is dying around us
regardless of it's beauty

as death snaps twigs
all slows to a stop
and just as night falls
his hand is on your shoulder

now, you don't fret
you've been expecting him
see, you've made a deal
and you hold up your end

with goosebumps on your skin
you turn yourself in
and as death leads you away
you maintain a sinister grin

because little does death know
you planned this all along
with guns blazing in the sky
you know you've always wanted to die.
Kelly Weaver Jun 2016
I have rose petals in a jar
From a time I'd like to forget.
Tears stained red
Monsters in my bed
Broken down beauties
Locked in an airtight tomb
With clear walls
Forced to witness every heartbreak
And every sleepless night
How I wish I could stow it away
Leave it in a box on the top shelf
Of an old dusty closet
To remain there in perpetuity
But I could not bring myself
To rid of these darling petals
Though they’re from a time I’d like to forget
They serve as a grim reminder
Never to return to the hell-hole
Which I crawled out of
With jar-in-hand.
Learning from my mistakes
Kelly Weaver Sep 2018
There seemed to be stars above your bed but they were just ******* string lights
Five dollars from your pocket so I’d happily close my eyes and spread my legs
Because you knew I was afraid of the dark and took it to heart
One-hundred twinkling lights shining upon my freckled skin made you seem less of a monster.

While my head was spinning in the ambulance I thought of you
An IV was in my arm pumping my veins with the familiar feeling of your weight pressed against me
A ***** of my finger and I was gushing your name
Which comes regularly when I’m so very afraid.

I met someone today that shared your name
At its sound my head began swimming
My lungs filled with seawater as the lighthouse blinded me
It was not the white light I had been hoping for.

I wish I could get this song out of my head but it's drilled in
My headaches are getting worse and worse every day and I don't know how to make them stop
I wish sleep could at least lessen the pain you've caused me
But I'm not so fortunate.
Kelly Weaver Mar 2017
"What's wrong with you?"
I'm asked once more
As I stare into my hands.
I'm never sure how I should reply
Because they're not happy with "everything".
I can't tell them that my toes are cold
Or that I feel sick when I see him
Or even that I'm just upset
Because those aren't good enough reasons.
I can't say that I'm overwhelmed
Or that I can't get out of bed
And I can't say that my heart is well
When all I feel is dread.
I'm afraid of everything all at once
And I don't know how to say
That I can't believe people when they say
"The future will see better days".
Kelly Weaver Sep 2016
How my skin remains cold, I do not know.
My dry, cracked hands reach for yours,
But my reach is not met with warmth,
Merely a gust of bad memories.
My crinkling lungs only release dust
And my tired eyes haven't seen light in days
But I remain, still,
Reaching for your hand.
And with tears running down my cheeks,
Accompanied by a hopeful smile,
I pretend your gaze would meet mine
If I could simply open my eyes.
If I would simply come back to life.
Kelly Weaver Jan 2017
*******
*******, YOUR HANDS AROUND MY THROAT
TRYING TO GET ME TO CHOKE ON THE WORDS YOU WROTE
WHILE I STRUGGLE AGAINST YOUR TOUCH AND YOU GRIN KNOWING ALL I WANTED WAS FOR YOU TO LET ME IN
AND I KNOW YOUR SMILE IS FILLED WITH HATE AS YOUR ROTTEN BREATH SEEPS THROUGH YOUR TEETH
AND ALL MY FRIENDS JUST WATCH IN DISBELIEF BUT NOT IN DISBELIEF THAT YOU'RE HURTING ME
THEY JUST STARE AND WONDER WHAT I DID TO **** YOU OFF, WHY I HAD THIS COMING
I CAN FEEL MY BREATH GETTING WEAKER AND MY HEARTBEAT GETTING SLOWER AS I LOOK DEEP INTO YOUR COLD EYES IN SEARCH OF RELIEF BUT FINDING NONE
INSTEAD I'M MET BY YOUR GAZE OF STONE
AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT MY LAST WORDS WILL BE?

*******.
*******.
Kelly Weaver Oct 2016
Go easy on my weary eyes
It's all I'll ask of you
And while you're at it,
Stay for a while
Because I sure could use some  company!
And with every breath comes a sharp pain
And I don't pretend I don't feel it
I wince and whimper, loud as can be
About my own personal hell
The skies, once milky blue, have turned solid grey
The temperature drops oh so low
But not nearly as low as my spirit
I could run and run as fast as my legs would take me
But that wouldn't be very far
Honestly, if anything,
I think it would be like running on a treadmill
On the lowest setting.
And I used to spend my nights looking at the stars
But the clouds have taken over
And I've accepted this
So I spend my time counting the cars
That drive down my solemn path
I think I'm at six right now
Which is an all-time high!
And I'm not sure of the future
And the past is weary

The present seems a bit lonesome, my friend
And I sure could use some company.
Kelly Weaver Jan 2017
Another day gone by with tears in my eyes
Another heartbreak under my belt
And by now I'm used to this feeling
But it still hurts.
Maybe it's me.
Maybe it's the way I dress
Or the way I do my makeup
Or the way I "carry myself".
I don't know.
But I do know
That he's in my dreams and I can't seem to shake the feeling that maybe, deep down, he likes me but is too afraid
Yet I know this is not the case.
So now I'll wake up and rub my tired eyes
And carry on once more
As I always have,
With one more heartbreak under my belt.
Kelly Weaver Oct 2016
Time is moving so quickly,
Yet I am so still
Stagnant unlike the breeze flowing through our empty streets,
Yearning for a sign of other life but finding none.
Trapped in a cage of disbelief,
Feeling the ground crumble underneath my feet,
I would be able to breathe if it was more easy
And if the air was a bit less foul.
Far from serendipity,
Far from any epiphany,
I await the blinding morning sun
Unaware that the damage has already been done,
I just want to sleep.
But it's not that easy,
It takes time for things to turn out okay,
And while the minutes and hours blend into days,
I just yearn for something to keep the rain away.
Kelly Weaver Jan 2018
Beware of ******* with pretty eyes
Dark hair and a crooked smile
Their hands are only loving at first
But they’ll soon begin to break your bones
And with each snap you’ll only fall deeper
Getting lost in the crystal blue of their iris
And you’ll open your mind, body and soul
So they’ll take you in their arms and eat you whole
They’ll dismantle your temple brick by brick
But you’ll still smile and thank them
Because their eyes put their victims in a trance
And you’ll be blind to see their true evil
Until it’s too late.
Kelly Weaver Aug 2016
I'd like to believe
That the sun smiles for me
Or that love is endless
And summer is everlasting
Or that happiness is just a dear drop away
Because I've been crying for days
And help isn't on its way
And I'm so afraid.
I'd like to think people mean what they say
And that there's only gonna be one cloudy day
And that, in order to grow, we all need a little rain
But I look at myself and I'm so ashamed.
Nobody tells you, when you're born,
That your heart will be torn
And you may wish for sweet relief
To fall asleep and to never wake
They never tell you how hard it may be
And they don't prepare you for a lack of sympathy.
And the ones you love may hurt you most
And the heavy feeling in your chest doesn't flee
It roasts.
There's a fire in your heart
And you wish you never had to start wishing
Wishing there was an easier way
Wishing for a way to ease the pain
It's incredibly hard to escape the perpetually aching heart you carry day by day
And that, my friend, is all I have to say.
The teardrop away thing is from Shrek
Kelly Weaver Jan 2018
Silky sheets as soft as kisses, cool to the touch like a winter pine
I am so in love.
Goosebumps of a different kind form on my skin and in my mind as I feel your flesh on mine
Static.
Like cool mountain air that fills my lungs you envelope every fiber of me
Like a bubbly foam I’m wrapped in your love as it sprinkles upon my skin
I could never ask for anything more.
And while you are gone I am the utmost content as awaiting your return makes it all the more sweeter
Love had grabbed me by my throat
and I hope it never lets go
I hope it leaves marks on my neck and chills up my spine

I want it to own me as I’ve always wished to own myself.
Kelly Weaver Dec 2016
I can't seem to find the words to express how badly distressed I become when I think of you
And I can't seem to understand why I'm losing sleep
I feel lost I am lost and I can't find my way out
I'd like to cry and I'd like to scream and I'd like to let it all go
But I'd suddenly recall a time when it all washed away and I'd remember the way my future was clear as day
And I'd miss the feeling of knowing my next steps
Or the answers to the tests
But I never knew.
And I miss love
I miss being loved and I miss loving life
I miss being happy that I was alive
I miss the days when the sun would shine and the grass was green and the world was kind
Some people would argue these days didn't exist
But they did when I was with you.
They did when I was with you.
Kelly Weaver Apr 2016
You can't tell me I'll be better
When you've never felt how I do
When you've never held the world in your hands
Only to drop it, watching in slow motion
As it shatters on the ground
And you feel your stomach drop
And you heart stops beating
How do I go on?
How do I pretend I'm okay
When in reality I cry
Just thinking about everything that went wrong
And how do I go on when
Your memory haunts me still
And I cry myself to sleep at night
As your name slips off my tongue
I yearn to cut it off but
Everyone says I'll taste another
What if I don't like my tastebuds anymore?
I can feel my throat swelling shut
But I do not panic
I sit as I let the reaction take over me
And you wonder why I couldn't just move on
Because you didn't realize the pain
I put myself in
In the first place.
My words taste bitter on my tongue
How I wish to cut it off.
Kelly Weaver Apr 2016
Blow out each candle
Your party is over now, babe
Wrapping paper walls
What a mess!
Your hourglass shattered
Time has run out!
No need to cry,
It’s just spilled milk!

Why is your doll grinning?
Does she know something?
Something I can’t find?
Be quiet darling, your father’s coming
Forgotten but certainly not gone!
If he breaks the walls down
We will build more!
Candy houses need less repair
Simply frost our pieces together!
Nobody remembers us, anyway
We’ve been gone for years now
Just drink your tea, baby
Don’t listen to this man.

You can scream loud like a siren
Just wait until he leaves!
Put on your dress and be a good girl
Don’t make eye contact
Smile!
Hide your wrist, baby
Don’t let the man see
We’ll play once he leaves
Just down more syrup
And you’ll slumber soon
Say hello to daddy’s ****
She’s here for a bit, not long though
Just be nice to her, baby
I know she’s all plastic
And I know he reeks of gin
Just try to smile, baby
They’re only here for a while.
We’ll be gone soon!
Just eat your cake.
Kelly Weaver Apr 2016
When does it stop being
My fault?
When I'm falling behind
Failing tests
Struggling to breathe at night
Staring down a mountain of work
Calling in sick because the whole thing
Drove me to a mental breakdown
When does it stop being
My fault?
When I'm staring out my window
And the sun is shining but
I can't bring myself to smile
And it's hard to bring myself
To get out of bed in the morning
Because my shoulders are too heavy
And my chest is so tight
When does it stop being
My fault?
Drawing flowers on my arm
Because if I don't keep my hand
Busy with a marker
It'll start getting busy
With something much sharper
As I carve your words into me
Hiding every tear and every fear
With a broken smile
It will never stop being
My fault.
Kelly Weaver Mar 2018
Our home has an uneven foundation
The walls are crumbling and the support beams are rotting
And tonight, the roof finally caved in.
As my lungs filled with sawdust I covered my ears
I covered my eyes and hid from my fears
I didn’t wanna hear the screams or the tears,
I couldn’t bare to hear promises of suicide
And claims of pure hatred with a dash of cyanide
I couldn’t bare to see my home topple over
And I couldn’t bring myself to look at their hands bunched up into fists
They screamed until they couldn’t make a sound and I couldn’t deal
I couldn’t witness such a catastrophe without being scarred so I ran and I hid
I hid from their words and I hid from their lies
I hid until the worst of it was over
And then all was quiet.


When I opened my eyes, the walls were intact
The beams were solid, the floor was leveled
And everyone was smiling.
Their teeth were black with ash and soot
But they smiled wide, grinning ear to ear
And their voices were calm, the yelling had ceased
I uncovered my ears.
And though their mouths told one story
Their eyes told another
They were red and puffy, and I could see the pain that the damage caused
But they smiled on anyway
As did I.
the draft, however, remained.
Kelly Weaver Jul 2016
Her weary eyes, skin torn at the cuticle
Feet aching yet marching still
Cotton on the heir’s back
Canvas on the feet of the dutchess
Triple the hours, double the dough

His crimson cheeks, toes purple with pride
Not a single tear, nor a single fear
No fuel for his ego
No warmth for his heart
Just a lonely street corner

Their tear-stained dress, his voice, her choice
Deep in their skin do they confess
If God was real, he'd want perfect
God wouldn't make them a sin
A “he” or “she” is not needed

The silent voice of forgotten
Too afraid to speak, startled still
Too afraid to be saved
Gone but never forgotten
A son or daughter, broken

A wedding, thank this “God”
Where men can act as such
And women use their powder
But genders may stay pure
It is a sin, after all

A young girl watching the news
Filled with hate, this world turns
She is coming of age, is she not?
She understands their struggle
And ready she is to stand up

For she has kids to feed
For he just needs a meal
For they want to be real
For they were never heard
For they wed their own
She understands. She accepts.

She is ready.
This poem won me a poetry contest for poems about respect in my advanced creative writing class so I hope you enjoy!!!
Kelly Weaver May 2016
Your eyes were like cherry wine
I was so eagerly Devine
I knew we were meant to be

You look my way and then it hit me
You absolutely positively
Knew I would fall eventually

And though I tried I could never please
Your greedy eyes saw nothing but a
Deer in the headlights

And in my head I knew I was
In danger I didn't leave because
Your bullets only made me feel numb.
Kelly Weaver Jan 2017
How do I begin to explain that I cry when I hear your name if I never want you to feel sorry?
How do I speak of the horrible things I wish had been done to me back when I was at my worst?
I can remember choking on sobs and bleeding on all my pretty white clothes
But I can never remember the way it feels to be loved.
Maybe I never really was loved, though it seemed that way he left and only memories remain.
And I don't miss him but I ******* miss the warmth and comfort he provided when I was at my breaking point.
I don't know how to not feel guilty about wanting to die and maybe it's a good thing because maybe it'll keep me alive
But I cry myself to sleep some nights and I can't remember a time when I felt alright.
And though I feel numb I'll bite my tongue because I don't want you to feel bad,
You can't control your emotions and it's not your fault that I can't remember being anything but sad.

It's nobody's fault.
curse that nobody
Kelly Weaver Apr 2016
My scream to you is only a whisper
Why bother when all you do is hit her
Your mama says you’re in trouble, mister
That’s no way to treat a lady!

Baby, what’s the duct tape for?
What of this rope you bought at the store?
That better not be what I think it’s for
That’s no way to treat a lady!

I’m not in the mood for a hit
Not to be battered or bit
Baby, you’re so full of ****
That’s no way to treat a lady!

An accident? She’s dead!
And your palms are stained crimson red
And I can see her body under your bed!
That’s no way to treat a lady.

Flowers planted after dark
Just as you wished, you left your mark
Doesn’t matter how loud I bark
That’s just how you treat your lady.

There she lies, under the ground
Unable to be seen, not to be found
The gardener won’t even make a sound
She knows that’s how you treat your lady.

Dig up the roots, there she lies
Bones broken at the ties
Skull crushed, her demise
We’ve found your lady!

Flowers growing from her bones
Dug out by mindless drones
Results of your uncontrolled hormones
We’ve found your lady.
Kelly Weaver May 2017
Dear Diary, today is a new day
I waited for all the rain clouds to go away
Things may be looking up from here
I hope I'm not being too hopeful
Dear Diary, I didn't eat today
Not because of self image but rather my stomach's in frayed
Knots and I can't seem to keep anything down
Except the kind words of those who are around
Dear Diary, I couldn't sleep last night though I felt so tired
And that made it so hard to get up in the morning it felt like my
Shoulders were being held down by rain clouds
I wish I could fight this feeling somehow
Dear Diary, people keep asking if I'm okay which I
Don't understand but either way I say
Yes I'm okay, just a little blue
But at night it feels like my mind's split I two
Dear Diary, I cried ten times today
But my parents aren't asking me if I'm okay
I come home each afternoon and lay in my bed until my brain sings a different tune,
Dear Diary, I saw my doctor today
She FINALLY asked me if I was okay and I didn't
Know how to respond because honestly I didn't know on my own,
Dear Diary, I didn't wanna get up today
So I stayed in bed and it was there that I laid
And doodled on my arm with a razor blade until
Every foul thought slowly faded away,
Dear Diary, my parents have noticed my arms
But they didn't seem even remotely alarmed as I
Stayed in bed once more then I added on another four,
Dear Diary, I often wish I was dead because there
Are thoughts screaming at me in my head and I'm
Trapped in this cold body I'm in while I
Waste away as the walls slowly spin
DEAR DIARY, THEY PUMPED MY STOMACH TODAY
AND AFTER HOURS OF AGONY I WISH I HAD STAYED
HOME ONE MORE DAY SO ID HAVE MORE TIME
SO WHEN MY PARENTS CAME HOME THEY'D HAVE ONLY MY BODY TO FIND,
DEAR DIARY, I CAN'T GO ON THIS WAY,
EVERY DAY AFTER DAY IS FILLED WITH PAIN AND I'M
TRAPPED WITH THORNS AROUND MY THROAT BUT
I CANT BRING MYSELF TO BRING THEM UP CLOSE,
Dear Diary, today is a new day
I waited for all the rain clouds to go away
Things may be looking up from here
I hope I'm not being too hopeful.
Kelly Weaver May 2016
Dear future lover,
Please be kind.
Touch with only the softest hands
For I've felt the worst.
Please don't be impatient
I may be difficult at times.
I will feel lost without you
For I loathe being lonesome.
Please be gentle with me
Don't pull on my petals.
A smile in its rarest form
Belongs to you and only you.
Please, future lover,
Be faithful to me alone.
I've felt the sting of betrayal once
And I am afraid.
Please never doubt my love
For you're always on my mind.
Never doubt that I dream of you
Each and every night.
Please, future lover,
Give and you shall receive.
I would wake at any hour
To soothe any agony.
Never fear my help, dear
We all have our nights.
Never doubt that I understand
And I won't doubt your frights.
And please, don't ignore me
Just tell me when you're hurting.
I would help in every way
I'd never be a burden.
Finally, future lover,
Know your arms are my home.
And though you may be far
Never let me sleep alone.
Kelly Weaver Aug 2016
What is it about me that makes me so undesirable?
Is it the way I laugh,
The way I cry?
The way I often pray to die?
Is it how often I break down,
How often I need to be picked back up?
Is it the way I tell myself I'm okay,
Then rejection is a smack in the face
Tainting my beauty and (lack of) grace
Until I decide to leave without a trace?
Or is it my horrible need for sympathy
The way you tend to always look at me
And shake your head and roll your eyes
The very things that I despise?
Then again, I love to think
I wouldn't be the last chosen on earth
And that there's are girls that could be worse
But this doesn't matter.
It will never come down to a pick and choose
I'll never get the chance to win or lose
I've already lost.
But at what cost?
I've renounced confidence altogether
And I've taught myself to know better
But I never do.
I never learn.

So I sit back
And I allow myself to think
I'll never be loved
I'll never be loved.
Kelly Weaver Jan 2017
As your salt stings my chapped lips and my open wounds I come less and less to you

You grit your teeth into dust that carries through your heinous breath that makes my eyes water and my heart ache

And I cannot believe not too long ago I turned to you for care and comfort and compassion but instead I was caught in a tight spot lacking wiggle room

I can feel you burning a hole through my chest as I ***** words and phrases that don't make sense when put together like

"I love when you make me cry"
Kelly Weaver May 2016
The ideal beauty
Do we not have guidelines?
Different strokes for different folks
They appear to be well made
Built upons a solid foundation
In a world where everything done is judged
All relatively similar
All completely different
Admired from a distance
Please do not touch the art!
Violations and fees
Are we not beings?
So beautifully made
All works of art
Different definitions of such
Are they real?
Are we?
Some well recognized
Others independent
All beautiful regardless
Their eyes peer into our souls
“Why are they looking at us like that?”
Quoth the painting.
Who are you speaking of?
Kelly Weaver Apr 2018
—————

someone’s hands were on me.

I could feel one rip through my chest
It grabbed hold of my heart and started twisting
I felt a scream escape from my lungs
But didn’t hear a ******* sound.

I can still hear him growling.

My hands have been shaking for days now
My bones so jittery I’m surprised they’re not clacking together
Shattering to pieces and piercing my skin
That would be nothing compared to this pain.

he was stronger than he looked.

It surprised me regardless when he weighed me down
Drugs on his breath and then on my skin
Leaving purple marks that screamed anything but consent
To remind me of what happened.

he didn’t ask.

He didn’t speak kindly to me in the way that one should
He was forceful and rough and tore through my flesh
Blistered my skin and rusted my bones
And I can’t get rid of him anymore.

so here he remains.
Kelly Weaver Apr 2016
If people were colors, he'd be gold
A shimmering metal so bright and bold
Much brighter than the jewelry sold
The luster increases each day tenfold

If people were colors, she would be gray
Like a cold morning or a cloudy day
And if she were to see him today
She'd fade all of his brightness away
Kelly Weaver Sep 2016
if, surrounded by lovers,
your mind starts to hover,
to a time and place
where nothing mattered,
you may be tempted,
since you're relentless,
to visit your past affairs.

you may count every name,
and pretend you feel no shame,
but deep within, you're unhappy.
you understand your fate
but truly, as of late,
you wonder if you messed up royally.

with so many chances,
and plenty of dances,
you've managed to wind up alone.
and every time you close your eyes,
or look up into the clear night sky,
you only remember his touch.

the regret, like sadness, comes in waves,
and trying to get by every day,
has become quite exhausting.
and though your very heart is torn,
you eagerly await every storm,
because no one can see you cry in the rain.
Kelly Weaver Jun 2016
4:43 am

As I lay
Mind weary
Eyes dry and red
I stretch;
My ribs peaking
Through my flesh
My hips swiveling
I hear sounds
Sounds of morn
And sounds of life
Birds!
Goosebumps cover
My soft skin
It is morning
And I haven't slept.
The sun just barely
Shining through the
Sheer curtains
I'm out of time.
Kelly Weaver Jun 2016
You can disguise even the ugliest person
With a smile.
Pretend you’re human
Pretend you’re sane.
Pretend you help others
By gliding the blaze across their skin
“Hey, at least it’s not down”.
Create your own storm
Sturr up the debris
And smile for the camera.
Thrash at her scars
Her weaknesses
Take advantage of her trust
It will be gone soon.
No one stays gullible forever.
she is merciless
Kelly Weaver Apr 2016
I’m going to be okay.
I can feel energy
Surging through my fingertips
Your words pour over me
Like a beautiful thunderstorm
Every touch a crack of lightning
Followed by the low rumble of your wandering hands
Enveloped in a sensation too beautiful to describe
I screamed at the top of my lungs
And you screamed, too
Dancing in the rain we created
Crumbling under the hail.

I can feel my heart sink.
The low hum of my piano keys
Setting the mood for a heartfelt ballad
Yet I am alone.
The ringing is all I hear at night
All I hear when they say your name
My fingers ache from playing the same song
But god, I miss the melody dearly.
What were the notes again?
Kelly Weaver Jun 2016
I cannot recall
Any recent night
Where my dreams were
Disturbed(by you).
I cannot recall
Feeling anything but
Relief when I see
You with her.
Knowing I'm finally free
A feeling of serendipity
Losing you was my
Most joyous mistake.
The solution was never
To try and erase your
Drawings from my walls
It was to paint over them.
send my best regards to her
Kelly Weaver Dec 2017
Goosebumps
On goosebumps,
On goosebumps.
The air had grown cold by then,
My blue blood clouded my thoughts and the bathwater
My fingers dried up like a heart left in the sun for a bit too long
I was immobile.
My soapy eyes turned bright red The only heat supplied by my body was through my salty tears
I had managed to think of everything and nothing all at once
And it was a lot to process.

So I emerged and grabbed my towel from its hanger
I took my stance in front of the mirror and peered
I looked deep into my being to find what was keeping me here
And came up empty.
So I wrapped my arm,
I brushed my hair,
And I stepped back into reality.
Kelly Weaver Apr 2016
How I wish I could forget.
Your smell, your taste
The way it felt to be
Wrapped in your warmth
I remember your laugh
And my hands in yours
And it’s a happy memory!
Until-
I remember your grin
Your yelling and your rage
Walking on eggshells was better
Than walking across broken glass
Slam the door on my fingers
Bite me, drawing blood
Later I get stitches.
And if the good were
To balance the bad
Maybe we would have worked!
But in all reality
You can’t trust a man
That bangs his head against
The wall.
Kelly Weaver May 2016
Cry your eyes out, dear
Mix into puddles and streams
Shaking with fear and
Crushing the ground beneath your feet.
Scream your lungs out, dear
Yell for he who hurt you
Tear into his flesh with your teeth
Have no mercy.
Hide no longer, dear
Walk our streets without fear
Keep your head held high
But keep your eyes down.
Well, what was she wearing?
Kelly Weaver Apr 2016
You were “busy last night”, weren’t you?
While I was bleeding
Shaking
Bruising
Aching.
You were busy, yes?
Busy with what?
Drinking
Smoking
Crashing
Choking?
And while you were “busy”
I was falling
Crying
Crawling
Dying.
But you need your freedom, yes?
You with your yelling
Dancing
Stomping
Glancing...


Who was that you saw?


You said you were sick last night, yes?
Or were you just-
Cheating
*******
Biting
*******?
So while you take your final drink
Just know I'm not as
Dumb as
You would
Think.
Kelly Weaver Aug 2018
i hate that home smells like cigarettes
and i hate that family comes with screaming and crying
and i hate that we were taught that hate was too strong because if so then maybe my family shouldn't use it to describe how they feel about me
but that's what's normal to me now, i know it's sad
but i would give anything to fade away and not share their name.
i hate that i am always in the way even when i'm really not
i hate that i am responsible for their mistakes because that's what i was
at least, that's what they tell me.
my solace from this hell on our planet earth has eyes like the sea and a charming energy
neither of us can stand the ones we must call our "family".
even if blood is thicker than water mine still manages to boil
but thank god for my love who turns up my heat yet still decreases my temperature
a beautiful distraction from what resides at home
or should i say at my house? because home is where you're loved
and i was once told that i was made to be loved so if this is true
home is not home.
if home is where i'm loved then home is with my friends
home is where i can sing my heart out and receive smiles instead of frowns
home is where i can laugh and cry without fear of judging eyes
home is where i'm kissed on my cheek and i'm kissed on my hand
not where i'm yelled at and subsequently kissed WITH a hand
those kisses leave knots in my stomach and tears in my eyes
that's not home.
i want nothing more than to just go home
i just wish home could be a place
and not a person
though this is better than any home i have ever had
Kelly Weaver Apr 2016
You’re thinking too loud, please
Quiet down just a bit
I can hear the snow fall
I can’t hear myself screaming
The fire warms all but my toes
All I wish for is eternal slumber
But your nectar keeps me conscious
Your touch gives me life
Sleep, my love
So I may rest as well
Wake without me tomorrow
But only because we ran out of sugar
Kelly Weaver Mar 2017
I'm still. I watch,
The hustling of the outside world
The ups and downs, twists and turns
Yet I'm immobile.
And I couldn't say how I became this way
I'm still waiting for the answer myself.
But though stagnant,
I can feel myself shutting down.
As my ribs cave in
And my lungs collapse
My hands grow cold and my skin, stone.
And so I wait, alone
On these busy streets
For a change of scenery.
And though I yearn for the outside world,
*I know I can never leave.
Kelly Weaver May 2016
Snapping twigs like snapping bones
A silent silence that silences all
Almost unreal, almost too still
A different planet, maybe.
But as she drew nearer
Wide-eyed and weary
Early on this bitter morn
She was alone once more.
Fawn-less now, unattended
Even stag, if you will
Yearning for her child still
But hey, a wolf’s gotta eat.
Another meal for another beast
She walks along, breaking bones
Scenery just as grey as the sky
A shiny lense catches her wide eye.
It witnessed every last detail
Every gruesome cry and wail
Will they enjoy this tragedy?
She doubts it.
As of late, the hunting ended
But she hopes they will learn
That after she’s hunted by guns
She’s hunted by fangs.
Kelly Weaver Nov 2016
Have you never been hopelessly in love
Without a care in the world?
Trying so very hard to hide your feelings
Though you're breaking.
And the sun can come up
As it does every day
But the emptiness in your heart
Will still remain.
And I know that I'm not perfect
And I know we aren't the same
But I can't shake the image of you
That managed to plague my brain.
So I'll sit back and watch
As you smile, smile away
Just know that, deep down,
I'll never forget your name.
Kelly Weaver Apr 2016
As I lay in bed
The soft humming of the fan
Lulling me into a weary slumber
I reach to you
My skin connecting with
Your loving hands
You drowsily put your arm around me,
Still half asleep,
And gently pull me into your chest
Your warmth envelops me
Every touch gives me butterflies
The same as when we first met
I sink into you
You run your fingers through my hair
And gently kiss my forehead
I can feel myself slowly
Becoming better with every soft breath
The light is dull through the shades
And I can feel myself unwinding
You break down my walls
Your skin is so soft against mine
Though I’ve got scars upon scars
You seem to heal me
And with every touch I’m blooming
My petals are frail, as you know
But even with all of your strength
You hold me without worry
Your heart, gentle only for me
And while you are dozing off
Into a beautiful slumber
I’ll think about how warm you are
And how your breathing gives me peace
And I will thank every star
For bringing us together
And when you wake
Please have no doubt
That when you ask me what I dreamed of
I will say I dreamed of you
Because you are my beautiful dream
From which I never wish to wake
For that would be
True heartbreak.
Kelly Weaver Nov 2018
sometimes i think about the way a heavy snowfall mutes all surrounding noise
what beauty is capable of.
though different, this beauty is also in the rain
and the way its droplets tap on our windows.
i wonder if people can communicate in a way so graceful,
perhaps loving stares and skin-on-skin suffice.

i wish people could be beautiful in the way sunsets are.
i wish there was a word for the way sun shimmers against ocean waves
or the feeling that overcomes your body when you know the sea is nearby,
though it hasn't come int view just yet.
i wish the moonlight that dances on my skin had a feeling,
in the same way that sunlight does.

if i could recreate this world, i'd do it differently
i'd give sound to the sizzling of asphalt on a hot summer day
the sun itself may have a soft hum as well.
the twinkling of stars would mimic chimes
the only thing i wouldn't have to change is your smile
that already brings me warmth.
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