Poetry

Just a girl learning to love herself through poetry (and a few too many shots).Sweet Dreams and Masquerades is available for Kindle here:                          amazon.com/dp/B07SZ5QPKV        follow me on instagram @ callista_poetry

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Could it be love if the way you look at me, when I feel your eyes on my cheek, makes my heart flutter like its wings want to take flight with yours?

Callista, Sweet Dreams and Masquerades

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Your house smelled like childhood and stale smoke. Your Boy Scouts uniform still hung in the coat closet, like a trophy of your youth.

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Your kisses breathe life into the insects in my stomach. They are not just butterflies swarming deep within, but moths and wasps and wonderful things.

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As we sit in silence, I am stuck with the sharp pains of butterflies swarming within me like killer bees Whenever you cross my mind. All I can ask myself is if I am falling in love with you. And if so, is it right?

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At your front door, a row of shoes sat in various stages of wear. I added mine to the ones you just kicked off, and we ran to your room, for warmth and comfort and deep conversation.

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The notebook that started it all in 2016

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Your words got me higher then the nights we spent hanging from the highest branches Staring at the sky. “Those are mine.”

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Lovers like you are hard to come by. You’re the type to sweep a girl off her feet, before she even realizes that she’s off the floor.

Callista, Sweet Dreams and Masquerades

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My words turn to spirits and you drink them at night.

Callista, Sweet Dreams and Masquerades

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I’m no saint, But damn your smile almost makes me want to believe.

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This was the part of the story in which I had realized that I had fallen so desperately in love with him, and he hasn’t the slightest clue that his smile was the reason my sun came up every morning to greet him.

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I found myself falling in love in the back of your truck falling asleep in your arms.

Callista, Sweet Dreams and Masquerades

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The house you built me was made only of sticks and mud, yet it was still the safest place I could be, in your embrace.

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If there is nothing else I can give you, I will give you all of me.

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