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Courtney Preste Poem
A northern lover turned bitter;
the greatest disappearing act; laden w/ tact.
I have always lacked what it took to make you stay.
A northern lover in the winter;
How my skin cracks
and the ocean seems so far away; like the words you
swore you'd never say.
I have always lacked what it took to make you stay.
A midwest breeze; it opens me
I can finally breathe
and the reason to see becomes clear to me
when I wake to my window cracked;
I have always lacked what it took to make you stay.
A southern fling; engagement rings
spoken words, humming birds,
the lake to bathe in and wash away your sin
don't worry love I still see you, for what you are,
sleeping in cars, smoking me out, higher than the
clouds, buried in the ground, always coming
back around and waiting for the fall-out...
Copyright © Courtney Preste | Year Posted 2009
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strands of light. stranded light. strange, short, awkward breaths take over my lungs. shaking
like a leaf; two feet...away from what I'm ready to leave. this is not me. a timeline thrown off
course. a map with a series of paths followed; a series of paths ignored. Cycles on their way
to being broken. Habits on the verge of disappearance. Out of sight; out of mind.
Letters written too late. A perfect escape. The final breath it took to catch everything I've
chased. The loudest scream that nobody heard. the ignorance it takes to make the choices
you've made. the foolishness embraced on account of second chances. on account of
believing in something bigger than the mistakes. Bigger than your pride. (nothing is).
I hope your regret swallows you whole.
Copyright © Courtney Preste | Year Posted 2009
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Could it be that you're finally starting to rub off on me?
Is it you who's turned me into this fake smiling face;
this girl out of place...
[what a waste.]
Your eyes are so much kinder when viewed from a distance-
the closer you get, the more I regret my lack of resistance.
And moving on seemed like such a great plan- but plans change
when famliar words are exchanged and I find myself behind closed
doors doing things we all know I've done before; like...
losing the ability to say 'no.'
Copyright © Courtney Preste | Year Posted 2009
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