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Robyn Kekacs Feb 2012
All I want's a man
To take me out to coffee, that costs too much
Impulsive midnight Wendy's runs
With the alter ego of a natural bed of hair, of which
He is actually obsessed
And will look in anything reflective

Longs for the ocean
But doesn't spend a moment in the water
Wants the sun to warm his skin
But bathes in a bottle of SPF 80
'Cause he knows I'll warm him from within

I won't call our love hotter than the summer we spent
Our temperatures fluctuated faster than the seasons themselves
But we always dressed appropriately
Bundled or shed accordingly
Just to spend our time in the other's climate

Mid-day munchies conquer us both
In different states of mind
Let's hike somewhere
Let's sight-see
Spend somewhere out of your house
Let's take a run at Royal River
Lose hairpins you will keep
Let's spend each waking second together
And in our dreams, while we're asleep
Robyn Kekacs Feb 2012
I am weak as the sand, as you're taking my hand
Mulling over the times 'cause I'm the maleable kind
Pressing each of my fingertips with intervals here
Folding over like clay as you knead the austere
We were always in love, and always means further than
The now we know is occurring, and what we know is the end
I am falling apart but you say that's alright
'Cause all you need is a beating heart to get through the night

We were always the ones who took a good look around
Heads higher than clouds, but with our feet at the ground
Surveying the world through the eyes of the paired
This is our love, something no one else shares

I held hands with the sun and he said to me
"Why feel you've lost him when you've got memories?"
And those thoughts are so bold they could make their own lives
Have their own kids
Start pointless fights
Pay their own bills
Make their own way
Just like, the memories that we'll make someday.
Robyn Kekacs Jan 2012
If it gave me anything but flickers
I wouldn't be able to breathe
The smog of a fondness gone stale
Goes lazy with the thought of reprieve
If it gave me anything but memories
It would be too tangible to leave
So it moves down and out
With a face full of frame
Waning is my consistency

If I gave it anything but progress
It would shy from all that I've grown
It is sparse
But until these thoughts shake loose from my mind
It's the closest that I have to home.
Robyn Kekacs Dec 2011
He looked ahead and said
For the life of me, I cannot recall
A life held just for you
I twisted sour, hurt by the words
That cut
Made me come to

But if it drew me close enough
He'd close the walls and brush my weighty smile aside
He'd say there's too much here to **** out
There's too many shells to find the good inside

So I sit back on my headboard
And think about the times your rational side, touched mine
Let me in
Or how our legs intertwined

I didn't sob a bunch from sadness
But from the intensity that shook my frame loose
Of a direction it should be going in
And the one your heart had in store for us
The latter
Is always the one I will climb

This ground will thaw
And the irrational might touch again
But as long as we keep ourselves in line
I think that I could call you friend.
Robyn Kekacs Dec 2011
Your semester's over
And you'll be back
And everyone will be seeing you
But me

But what else is new?
My life without you.
Robyn Kekacs Dec 2011
E.
The pretty people do the drugs
The criminals will do the time
The homely people do the work
Inside,
They don't like what they find
They don't have you
The way I do
Your t-shirt's large but belongs right here

You think I'm hot in yesterday's get-up
You prefer me when I'm fresh from a morning
When we both have a twang of slight halitosis
You're gross
But you loved the smell of my hair

I know that it's wrong
To think of you and grin
To recall the definition of your chin
The freckles on your chest
You hated them, wanted them removed
And I'd shake my head
And press my nose against your neck

Remember when we used to dance?
Front and center, your locks of gold would gather
Corkscrew
And condensate
Salty, sweet times
I'll find them once again.
Robyn Kekacs Dec 2011
Dragging feet though out of time
Such a new-found face to climb
Be my sweet, sweet paradigm
Be mine.
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