They all tell you not to fight fire with fire, but that is only because they are afraid of your flames.
Tags: poetry

Other Quotes by "Caitlyn Siehl"

eat, baby. eat. chew. please. I know it hurts. I know it doesn’t feel good. please. I know your hunger is different than mine. I know it doesn’t taste the same as mine. imagine you could grow up all over again and pinpoint the millisecond that you started counting calories like casualties of war, mourning each one like it had a family. would you? sometimes I wonder that. sometimes I wonder if you would go back and watch yourself reappear and disappear right in front of your own eyes. and I love you so much. I am going to hold your little hand through the night. just please eat. just a little. you wrote a poem once, about a city of walking skeletons. the teacher called home because you told her you wished it could be like that here. let me tell you something about bones, baby. they are not warm or soft. the wind whistles through them like they are holes in a tree. and they break, too. they break right in half. they bruise and splinter like wood. are you hungry? I know. I know how much you hate that question. I will find another way to ask it, someday. please. the voices. I know they are all yelling at you to stretch yourself thinner. l hear them counting, always counting. I wish I had been there when the world made you snap yourself in half. I would have told you that your body is not a war-zone, that, sometimes, it is okay to leave your plate empty.
Tags: poetry, poem, love, food, empty-plate, eating-disorders
I will learn your anger. I will lick your sadness. I will feast on your hunger.
Tags: poetry
I mean, I hope you're happy, But the sky is still the sky without you, And I'm not surprised by that anymore.
Tags: love
When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.
— Caitlyn Siehl Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems
Tags: monster, love, fantasy
Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.
— Caitlyn Siehl Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems
Tags: parks, museums, mouth, love, life, kiss, blood, beautiful
View More by "Caitlyn Siehl"