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18 Excerpts From Caitlyn Siehl's Poetry That Will Rip Open Your Soul And Let The Light In

There, there sweet girl.
Heidi Priebe
February 28, 2017
“There is a hole in everything
and I find you there, smiling
like you don't have anywhere else to be. ”
— Caitlyn Siehl, What We Buried
Tagged: Poetry, Love, Loss, Breakups, Moving On, Getting Over Someone
“There was no hunger like my hunger.”
— Caitlyn Siehl, Crybaby
Tagged: Lust, Love, Hunger, Desire
“When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.”
— Caitlyn Siehl, Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems(Volume 1)
Tagged: Love, Poetry, monster
“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.
I will go to my grave with the memory of the bravery in my bones.”
— Caitlyn Siehl, What We Buried
Tagged: Weakness, Love, strength, Poetry
“It ends or it doesn't.
That’s what you say. That’s
how you get through it.
The tunnel, the night,
the pain, the love.
It ends or it doesn't.
If the sun never comes up,
you find a way to live
without it.
If they don’t come back,
you sleep in the middle of the bed,
learn how to make enough coffee
for yourself alone.”
— Caitlyn Siehl, It Ends Or It Doesn't
Tagged: Love, Endings, Change, Poetry
“The first poem I wrote that wasn't about you 
was all in capital letters
like it was trying to compensate
for your absence.”
— Caitlyn Siehl, What We Buried
Tagged: Poetry, Love
“In the world where we are together, 
the rivers have hands that pray.
The birds have learned how to cry 
and the worms have hearts and a central nervous system.

Everything is human here.”
— Caitlyn Siehl, What We Buried
Tagged: Poetry, Love
“I want to spend a decade just on your hands,
until I can tell yours apart from someone else's
just by brushing past them.

I want to spend a century on your mouth,
until I can taste you just by breathing near you.”
— Caitlyn Siehl, What We Buried
Tagged: Poetry, Love
“I can't remember ever not loving you.”
— Caitlyn Siehl, What We Buried
Tagged: Poetry, Love
“We loved like we were trying to make up for lost time.
Every touch an apology, an
'I'm sorry I haven't been with you every day since elementary school.'”
— Caitlyn Siehl, What We Buried
Tagged: Poetry, Love
“It's not that I don't love you,
it's just that I can't pretend like the roof isn't caving in or that I don't see the smoke leaking out 
from the gaps in your teeth.”
— Caitlyn Siehl, What We Buried
Tagged: Poetry, Love
“One day, it will be better. 
I will put the pen down 
and forget how to remember the nights I tried
to write you out of my system like an addiction.
It will be remarkable and I'll still want to call you.”
— Caitlyn Siehl, What We Buried
Tagged: Poetry, Love
“In this story, you find a way to pick the lock, to wake up, to climb out of the tower yourself.
In this story, you're angry. 
In this story, you meet a dragon and it is afraid of you.
In this story, you don't need to be saved.”
— Caitlyn Siehl, What We Buried
Tagged: Poetry, Love
“Tell them you don't know how Eve felt
when she saw Adam in one hand, 
and the rest of the universe in the other.

Tell them you don't know how Eve felt
when she wanted the universe.”
— Caitlyn Siehl, What We Buried
Tagged: Poetry, Love
“The first step is always deciding
to take the first step. 
The second step is miserable
and we usually trip down the stairs
then wait months before climbing back
and starting again.
What I'm trying to say is, be patient. 
What I'm trying to say is, I don't have the answers. ”
— Caitlyn Siehl, What We Buried
Tagged: Poetry, Love
“Your absence is the best company I've ever had”
— Caitlyn Siehl, Crybaby
Tagged: Poetry, Absence
“I always talk about love
but I've seen a life
where I can live without it,
where I can eat with my hands,
make the whole bed,
and leave the light on
for myself.”
— Caitlyn Siehl, Crybaby
Tagged: Poetry
“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 Sext
Tagged: Literary Sext