kyvl

[kyvl]

The Snow Globe

Did I tell you about that day? The day when my life fell to pieces Shattered on the ground at my feet I had dropped it The snow globe I was young But not so young as to not understand That I had made a mistake I was not gentle with something fragile As fragile as my life was I should have known better I had learned this years ago I wept over the fragmented glass shards My mother told me it was not a big deal She ushered me out of the room She cleaned up the glass And everything was fine But now my mother isn't here To usher me out of the room And clean up the shards Sweep them into a dustpan And put them in the trash And tell me it's not a big deal And everything is alright I should have known better Than to handle something so fragile As fragile as my life was With blatant disregard For its fragility And now I'm telling you About the snow globe About my life

[kyvl]

when you’re hard to love

i hope you know

that if you were easy to love

if you were soft and tender

and your external language

was spoken with a softness

that runs over my skin thick and gooey

and sticks under my nails

like dirt from the garden

i hope you know

that i hate a soft feather

my life needs a blunt instrument

jab and push me

scratch over my skin with your song

brush against me with your callousness

let me make soft of you

what you never could

[kyvl]

I love you.

I still miss you. A lot, actually.  I didn’t think I would, but I definitely do. Mostly in the quiet moments, The ones when I’m alone in my room, laying in my bed. When I remember how it felt to have your arms around me, Your scent surrounding me, How safe I felt. If only I knew how wounded I would become. I still think about you, A lot, actually. I didn’t think I would, but I definitely do. Mostly in the quiet moments, When the daylight is slipping away, the night chasing it out. That’s when I can’t stop myself, No school or work or friends or obligations, No alcohol to blur the edges, no weed to fade them out. All I can think of is you. I still love you. A lot, actually. And I know that if you were to call me, Right now, That I would drop everything, And take you back in a heartbeat. That’s what surprises me the most, You broke me, flayed me open, your knife cutting down to the bone. And still, I love you.

[kyvl]

Give me hands with which to write

A tongue with which to speak

Teach me the language of yourself

Let me learn from the beauty of your presence

And I will sing your praises to all that will listen

I will worship at the altar of your form

Laid before you between soft thighs

To take my communion

And receive my salvation

-- kyvl 10/18/23

[kyvl]

hello, my I use your bug baby poem for my oracle deck?

it's none commercial and ,aside from practice readings on tumblre,only for private use.

Have a lovely weekend, kind Regards T

of course! thank you for asking :) pls just credit me (kylie leahy) if you plan to use it commercially and if someone asks abt it refer them here! <3

[kyvl]

Broken and brilliant

The delicious taste of champagne over velvet tongues

Devour me angel

Drink it in

Kiss these poison lips clean

Embrace our vast eternity

- 9/29/23 -

[kyvl]

Bug baby

Please be mine

Linger on the soft smoke of my breath

Liquid desire bleeds from the lip

Kiss this disgusting thing

Heal my sacred self with your clever tongue

9/29/23

[kyvl]

Bug baby

Please be mine

Linger on the soft smoke of my breath

Liquid desire bleeds from the lip

Kiss this disgusting thing

Heal my sacred self with your clever tongue

9/29/23

[kyvl]

8-11-23

i scream and cry and claw as it slips through my fingertips, as your face fades like the worn canvas of my shoes and the love dries like the morning due at midday. when the feeling fizzles out like an opened beer left on the mantle and the silence spills over me like the light that bleeds through the half-closed curtains as the dawn creeps over the hillside and greets me with a warm welcome sigh. and i remember the earth still turns and the sun still shines and the clothes i put in the wash will smell like mildew if i don't move them to dry. so i get up and do laundry as my heart beats in another room, trying to call for you with every thump.

[kyvl]

For if it was, it wouldn't be for me

You broke my heart

And that is not for nothing, For if it was, it wouldn’t be for me

My heart is most valuable 

Held in a higher esteem than anything else, Living in the holiest of places 

And you desecrated the image of my own innards, The imagined being of my own soul

You twisted it in your clenched fist Wrung it out with both hands 

And tossed it at my feet

And that is not for nothing, For if it was, it wouldn’t be for me

[kyvl]

For if it was, it wouldn't be for me

You broke my heart

And that is not for nothing, For if it was, it wouldn’t be for me

My heart is most valuable 

Held in a higher esteem than anything else, Living in the holiest of places 

And you desecrated the image of my own innards, The imagined being of my own soul

You twisted it in your clenched fist Wrung it out with both hands 

And tossed it at my feet

And that is not for nothing, For if it was, it wouldn’t be for me

[kyvl]

8-11-23

i scream and cry and claw as it slips through my fingertips, as your face fades like the worn canvas of my shoes and the love dries like the morning due at midday. when the feeling fizzles out like an opened beer left on the mantle and the silence spills over me like the light that bleeds through the half-closed curtains as the dawn creeps over the hillside and greets me with a warm welcome sigh. and i remember the earth still turns and the sun still shines and the clothes i put in the wash will smell like mildew if i don't move them to dry. so i get up and do laundry as my heart beats in another room, trying to call for you with every thump.