There is a hole in everything and I find you there, smiling like you don't have anywhere else to be.
Catalog
Caitlyn Siehl
The first poem I wrote that wasn't about you was all in capital letters like it was trying to compensate for your absence.
Don't you look at what I had for you and call it weak. Not when you were the one afraid of it. I stood there with my hands open, my mouth bruised tender with supplication. Don't you dare treat me like a victim of my own emotions, like being moved to my knees by love was a mistake that I regret. I…
There is a hole in everything and I find you there, smiling like you don't have anywhere else to be.
When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.
When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.
When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.
When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.
You’ll understand why storms are named after people.
I am hungrier than you are and I still know when to stop. I am lonelier than you are and I still know when to leave
You are not a reflection of the people who can’t love you.
You are not a reflection of the people who can’t love you.
I want the cottage. I want the green grass and the tomato plants. I want the peace in you; the front porch rocking chair lullaby; our cricket legs rubbing together under the covers. We can’t have it all. I know that, but humor me. We can’t have it all, but we can have most of it.