#kmpoetry

[kmpoetry]

Newest one, haven’t written in a while

[kmpoetry]

[kmpoetry]

[katemiche]

Please,

Be the one to unburden me

Be the one to grow me

Be the one to teach me how it feels to breathe once again

-talking to myself

4:57 am

[katemiche]

The stars that you created inside of me vanished

In the beginning you were still there

And one by one you took them from me

To hold against me

So that you could be my only light

But you grew dimmer

I tried to spark the light in you

But the stars were yours

And they did not shine for me.

[laughinsteadofbreathe]

~New Poem~

Every once in a while,

The air that I walk through,

Is the exact scent

Of you.

The deepest parts of you,

Where only those that honor your existence are allowed in.

My brain between your thighs,

In the holiest of grounds.

Sweat on our fingers,

And salt leaves the wound.

Cleansing ourselves,

Of the world outside dark windows

My breath rises with your hipbones.

Come to me,

Come with me,

I no longer require breath

Just this pulse of instinct, emotion.

But this is just air,

As I miss you with all my lungs,

Passing on a breeze.

Gone from me,

Gone through me,

I did not hold your hands

tightly enough.

My lips closed,

To their challenge and explanation.

Coming is more than a physical action,

Coming is a choice of body, heart sweat, salt, and soul.

All of you did not choose all of me

I came, you went.

And now,

Climax still to come,

I breathe again

To take in the world's

Other perfumed memories.

[laughinsteadofbreathe]

You know what you've Done

I give you dishonest smiles

And you hold me too tightly

Because you know I broke away weeks ago

I am too free a spirit

To settle for hurtful accident

That mutates into push the envelope intention

And yet I'll call you "Sweetheart!"

And laugh as you inquire

The "How are you?" That drips with guilty conscious

Because none of it is worth the breath

My honest scream would require

To break through the fake thoughts you've told yourself

And as you leave

Perhaps believing a facade

I'll stand a little taller

Than I could within your grasp

The scream choked no longer

And my smile seeping with truth.

[laughinsteadofbreathe]

I know you saw me today and said nothing

"Last night I dreamt

that you were writing poems of hatred with one hand

and holding mine with the other.

It's strange how my body remembers yours

how I woke with my hand still clenched

in an all too familiar pattern.

But it was a dream

and the hatred was a fiction.

And you stopped writing me poems

Long before you stopped holding my hand...

So, my dearest past darling

I invite you to watch

as I destroy you with my happiness

as I shift your body

to find what I deserve

above it."