People write such cliche poems.

True love that goes on for lifetimes.

A gray city in the rain, colored only by the music of life.

Hot coffee entrenching the soul with warmth in the crisp autumn.

The perfect snowflake landing on the nose of his winter angel.

The smell of northern pines after a heavy storm.

Her unparalleled footprints in the sand with each angelic step.

Tailgate stargazing on an ideal summer night, hands intertwined.

But isn't that what poetry is all about?

The most heartfelt descriptions about the broadest of beautiful moments?

~S.C. Kelley

I guess you could say that I get jealous easily.

I'm the type of guy that will break out in a sweat when my girlfriend talks about something she hated about her ex.

My hands shake at the thought that she probably said those three exclusive words to another guy, and maybe even meant it.

I'm sorry to the ex that I punch in the nose because you say, "Hi", to her in the halls.
But in truth, I'm not.

I feel rage bubbling in my stomach like magma when I hear his ******* name, that I can only guess you've tried on in the past.

My knuckles ****** themselves when a Facebook memory with his face shows up.
Smirking at me like he knows how much it makes me want to grab his throat and squeeze till my fingers break.

But once I'm inevitably left all alone, then I'm the ex-boyfriend I want to slaughter with all the black contempt that sticks in my throat like blood.

So I guess you could say I easily get jealous.

~S.C. Kelley

I always seem to find humor in the sad parts.
They touch my arm and smile at me with pity
and say, you look so healthy.
I smile back and tell them
that I feel so much better.

The truth is,
it gets easier,
then it gets harder.
A rollercoaster of disorders and anger.
The melancholy haunts me.
Makes me think that I was fitter
when I was skinny
and dizzy
and tired and weak.

All I feel now
is like a freak,
with no friends
no passion
no love in my heart.
Just a girl with clothes that don't fit
and hips with stretch marks.