kpk poems

I want you to fall in love with me more than once. I want you to wake up next to me in twenty years and still be surprised by how pretty my eyes look when the sun comes up. I want you to see me walking across the street and have your heart skip a beat even though you know you’re coming home to me and we’ve been living together for the past thirty-five years. I want the excitement, the rush, the purity of falling in love and getting sweaty palms when you reach to touch my fingertips with yours. I want you to hear your heart beat a little bit louder for me every day that we’re together.
—  Just One More Time (k.p.k)
It is terrifying to think that one day you will trust somebody enough to let them see you naked. You will undress and remind them that you’ve stretch marks and birth marks and scars from having chicken pox when you were little and scars from all of the other things now. You will blush thousands of shades of red, painting yourself as a rose losing its petals. And that person - that person will take it all in. And I wonder if they will reassure you. But mostly, I wonder if they will even see anything worth reassuring you about. I hope they see each freckle on your back as if it’s a star and you are the whole universe to them.
—  K.P.K
You said you were going to make me feel so good I wouldn’t be able to feel my legs. You said you were going to make my body experience things I didn’t even know were possible. You said you wanted me so badly, you could already taste me on your tongue. I thought you were talking about sex. But all you had to do was call me beautiful and, with my smile against your teeth, and I knew that this was what getting fucked really felt like.
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January 2nd, 2015 (k.p.k)