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Every time I pull up to that coffee shop, Where I have meetings and see friends I always walk past the table where we first met From coffee cups to serenades on park tables I thought I was past it But under the layers And layers and layers I can’t help but wonder where we’d be If I’d never told you what happened in South Carolina Because I still read our messages And look at the photos I have saved I wonder if you do the same Do you miss the midnights? Hits on the pen Your am

You remind me of art Like a biblical scene painted by Rembrandt, like Vision of Zacharias’ Or a powerful picture captured by Ansel Adams, like Bridalveil Fall Or a Frank Sinatra serenade, like The Way You Look Tonight Classic like a European roadster, like a ‘61 Jaguar E Or a cinematic masterpiece, like Singin’ in the Rain Sculpted to perfection, like a Buonarroti in Rome Woven intricately, like a Stölzl with all the colours This mellifluous love is inquisitive Delving into e

There’s always been A space in the palm of my hand For your hand For your heart Even when we’re apart There’s a place In a home We both share Even when you’re not there Do you know? You’re my yellow Dreaming in the late nights 3 AM The moon, like a ray, coming in through the window And I dream of a love only you and I could know To the ends of the earth It’ll all be worth it In the bed we made And the home we started Do you know? You’re my yellow You’re the moment where the o

It’s been four months and I don’t wanna get dragged back into your cycle Of might call Or might lose my number Weeks pass Then my phone rings Then silence It’s all red flags and sirens Then you try to buy back my time and It’s messy and ruthless We both know the truth is I’ve got the self control of a 10 year old In every aisle of a Toys "R" Us And you call me up Knowing I’ll pick up And the CYCLE NEVER ENDS

I don’t wanna crash your party And I know I’ve been drinking But I’m thinking I should let you know That I don’t wanna go home I don’t wanna be alone When I could be with you instead Laid up in bed Telling stories only we know But you cancel once again And I say it’s okay again Tonight’s one of those nights where I'm acting like I don’t care But I care

I found myself In the passenger seat Next to a girl with pretty hair And eyes that stare Following my every move Hanging on to every word And you’re asking a million questions You call my eyes the deepest brown you’ve ever seen You say you wanna dive right in From the edge of my bed In the trance that you’re in The safety’s off You’re hands are precarious But it’s not serious My phone’s on silent I can’t be reached While your hands are on my thighs It’s like I’m hypnotised I’

Juxtaposition Of you next to me Everest and a knoll You’re looking like my next goal And now I wanna write you In the highest regard Put you up in the clouds And watch from down on the ground Tell me about the concert That you went to the night we met Swapping bad dad jokes It’s so much fun Laughing about that terrible movie We saw on our first date After I got sick And rescheduled super late Tell me all about that summer camp Where I’m sure the kids all think you’re super c

You whittled a knife Out of my brittle bones Then stabbed me in the back And so I had to go You were burning my skin Each time I let you in What I called betrayal, You called a sin

I’ve heard the stories Describing girls like angels And all the loves meant to last the ages And I’ve read all the pages And it was all just fairy stories So unreal, it was almost boring Til the day I met you But you’ve got your fair hair And your blue grey eyes Which go a little green in just the right light And when you smile in the mirror While you’re brushing your teeth Oh, you look so sweet And I stay up late Just to see your face Every night I wanna be yours til the AM

Could you just tell me why? Why you made me a space to lay down all my broken pieces then swept through and sent them flying and disappeared. Could you take this loving ache from inside my chest? Could you burn this bridge I stand on the opposite side from still hoping for the best? Like a child who doesn’t know how to accept when something’s really gone, I can’t bring myself to cope with what went wrong. Still hoping you’ll return. And I feel so stupid. Still believing all t

A long moment passed I didn't want to seem too eager I just raised one eyebrow And then put one hand on your cheek And then I kissed you And then I kissed you again And then again

I’ve seen ghosts. Felt people fall away. Fingers turned to bones, falling slow. Decomposing in months gone by. And coffee stains, just like this did. Let me capture one last picture, before we say things we’ll eventually forget. False promises so stunning, I marvel at the way I used to stand on those words. And you’d veil yourself behind chords and bridges, the blues never sounded so beautiful, on a park bench under the luminescence of a street lamp. So even the gods couldn’t

You don’t exist Right? I made you up For months To quell the lackluster monotony That freeway exit isn’t real Right? I never really drove there Because this profound melancholic yearning can’t exist From missed to mist There’s an empty clearing No evidence, no proof Just my hollow chest Your name is just a tip-of-the-tongue phenomenon Real life Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind A vague recollection

Dear You, I asked for space. Space to think, space to breathe….space to just exist. You couldn’t understand how much you were suffocating me. You had the best intentions and brought a new side of life to mine. But nothing in this life is permanent. Sometimes we only get our five seconds of fame in someone’s life. For months you proposed the idea that you could love me. Claimed you were in love with me. That no one could ever love me or appreciate me like you. But you weren’t

“My body is a temple” How many times have I heard this term? I guess I thought I knew But I still have to learn I don’t like my feet Or my thighs But my eyes My eyes are beautiful Deep brown Glimmering innocence Laced with fear And they peer down at my arms Saying, “no, no you’re fat”After all, society says imperfect girls look like that But how can eyes with such meaning and depth Be a window to thoughts as demeaning as that?How can the window to my soul be the same window w

Hi people! Welcome to my poetry blog. This is where I plan on posting a new poem every day to hold myself accountable to always keep writing. Thanks for stopping by and I hope you keep coming back! :) -Kimberley