Carly Siegle

“please forgive my hands when they can't stop finding you. please forgive my lips.”
― Tyler Knott Gregson

“Come here
and take off your clothes
and with them
every single worry
you have ever carried.
My fingertips on your back
will be the very last thing
you will feel
before sleeping
and the sound of my smile
will be the alarm clock
to your morning ears.
Come here
and take off your clothes
and with them
the weight of every yesterday
that snuck atop your shoulders
and declared them home.
My whispers will be the soundtrack
to your secret dreams
and my hand
the anchor to the life
you will open your eyes to.
Come here
and take off your clothes.”
― Tyler Knott Gregson

“I overheard the man
whisper
"I am a lover
not a fighter,"
and to myself
I thought
I,
am in fact,
both.
For is it love
at all
if it's not worth
fighting
for?”
― Tyler Knott Gregson

“I love you,
in ways
you've never been
loved,
for reasons you've never been
told,
for longer than you think you
deserved
and with more
than you will ever know existed
inside
me.”
― Tyler Knott Gregson, Chasers of the Light: Poems from the Typewriter Series