Free Yourself

"We are the fall of Rome, all fire and fighting. We collapse into each other like the pieces of the Parthenon, kissing like gladiators, loving like rebuilding"

- Caitlyn Siehl- Excerpt from Literary Sexts: a collection of short and sexy love poems (via techiemixologist)

"i cannot tell you how long its been/since i wanted to call you and pretend/it was an accident/or text you and ask you a question/that I already knew the answer to/I stopped counting after 6 months/and never looked back, except/on really, really bad days, when I needed/something to hurt so I pretended/you loved me but you were just bad at showing it."

- excerpt from “This is Not a Love Poem” by Caitlyn Siehl alonesomes wordsdancemag (via sweetandscathing)

"When they don’t love you the way you want to, you mourn that for however long you need to. But then you get back up and you remember yourself. You are not a reflection of the people who can’t love you. You will love again. You will be loved again."

- alonesomes (via randompostsforthesoul)

"when your little girl
asks you if she’s pretty
your heart will drop like a wineglass
on the hardwood floor
part of you will want to say
of course you are, don’t ever question it
and the other part
the part that is clawing at
you
will want to grab her by her shoulders
look straight into the wells of
her eyes until they echo back to you
and say
you do not have to be if you don’t want to
it is not your job
both will feel right
one will feel better
she will only understand the first
when she wants to cut her hair off
or wear her brother’s clothes
you will feel the words in your
mouth like marbles
you do not have to be pretty if you don’t want to
it is not your job"

- Caitlyn Siehl (via ellenkushner)

"

My mother tells me
that when I meet someone I like,
I have to ask them three questions:

1. what are you afraid of?
2. do you like dogs?
3. what do you do when it rains?

of those three, she says the first one is the most important.
“They gotta be scared of something, baby. Everybody is. If they aren’t afraid of anything, then they don’t believe in anything, either.”

I met you on a Sunday, right
after church.
one look and my heart fell into
my stomach like a trap door.

on our second date,
I asked you what you were afraid of.
“spiders, mostly. being alone. little children, like, the ones who just learned how to push a kid over on the playground. oh and space. holy shit, space.”
I asked you if you liked dogs.
“I have three.”
I asked you what you do when it rains.
“sleep, mostly. sometimes I sit at the window and watch the rain droplets race. I make a shelter out of plastic in my backyard for all the stray animals; leave them food and a place to sleep.”

he smiled like he knew.
like his mom told him the same
thing.
“how about you?”

me?
I’m scared of everything.
of the hole in the o-zone layer,
of the lady next door who never
smiles at her dog,
and especially of all the secrets
the government must be breaking
it’s back trying to keep from us.
I love dogs so much, you have no idea.
I sleep when it rains.
I want to tell everyone I love them.
I want to find every stray animal and bring them home.
I want to wake up in your hair
and make you shitty coffee
and kiss your neck
and draw silly stick figures of us.
I never want to ask anyone else
these questions
ever again.

"

- three questions, Caitlyn Siehl (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)

"Don’t you do that.
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."

- Unrequited | Caitlyn Siehl (via alonesomes)

(Source: schmab-elyse)

"The other day,
you walked by me with your friends
and I could feel the pity in your stare.
Don’t you do that.
Don’t you look at what I had for you and call it weak.
Not when you were the one afraid of it."

- Caitlyn Siehl, What We Buried (via teenager90s)

"Stars are not small or gentle.
They are writhing and dying and burning.
They are not here to be pretty.
I am trying to learn from them."

- Caitlyn Siehl, “Sky Poem” (via chocolatefrogs)