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Cossette Valdez Poem
On: Missing You (at night)
hey, have i ever
mentioned to you how much I
miss your warmth at night?
i remember when
you would say "baby, can you
please get me a drink?"
some nights are harder
to fall asleep than others
because you're not here
i will never sleep
half as well as i did when
i slept in your arms
baby, come closer
i'm cold and i need your warmth
baby, where are you?
darling, i miss you
come back to me; i need you.
can you hear me, dear?
oh honey, can't you
see? i'm drowning in sadness.
please come and save me.
it's nights like these where
i can't seem to find a bad
memory of you
sleep doesn't come ve-
ry easy for a girl who
used to be in love
Copyright © Cossette Valdez | Year Posted 2014
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Cossette Valdez Poem
I started drinking my coffee black
Because it impressed you
When I downed it at your house that day
And this evening,
My thoughts of you were just as bitter
As the taste left in my mouth
From the coffee as black as the hole
In my heart/
In my head
That I had thought you had begun to fill.
Copyright © Cossette Valdez | Year Posted 2014
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Cossette Valdez Poem
a family exposed
stories of old interests
or tales of lives once lived
turned into a system of money
toys once played with
clothes once worn
books once read
and decorations once used to fill the space in a once empty home
how many people with stories of their own
walk through
and judge a person & their life
all from what they've chosen
to lay out in front of their home
a girl stands by
keeping watch
and remembering what each item used to mean
to herself and to her family
and like dead grass in your front yard,
that you just can't bear to look at
a family makes a change for the better
and decides that selling their old stories
is the best way to make a few extra bucks
to write new ones
(i should stop staring at my neighbors)
Copyright © Cossette Valdez | Year Posted 2014
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I never really understood what people meant
when they said it hurt when
they ran their fingers across places on their bodies
that once were bruised,
or swollen,
or in pain-
until i finished that sad book,
and remembered all the things i tried to suppress,
and ran my fingers across the place on my head
where a goose egg once was
that night you got mad and slammed my head against your metal bed frame;
and when i went to cradle myself
and flinched when I remembered the bruise you left on my left arm;
and when I squeezed my eyes shut,
to try and make the pain from where my black eye once was go away.
I never really understood the pain I was in
until I was in pain from things that weren't physically there anymore,
but will still haunt me nonetheless.
Copyright © Cossette Valdez | Year Posted 2014
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