courtney-snodgrassWhisper

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Loving Someone Four Different Ways In One YearI have loved you in the coldest of snowstorms that winter has to offer, / Felt your warmth through the curve of your lips, / The music of soft fingertips. My body is your piano,
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Mar 30, 2015
My Daughter Will Not Know Her GrandfatherAs a young girl myself, I was taught by own mother, that I should never talk to strangers. / It is now that I look back and I see that I spent a majority of my childhood with one. / Every Wednesday, I ate dinner at a table and I spent every other weekend with a man I never really knew.
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Mar 4, 2015
Notes On Why My Dad Won’t Be Walking Me Down The Aisle:Tradition says that the role of walking your daughter down the aisle to her new husband is the act of giving her away to a man who will pick up where you left off in the mission of protecting her. / But the day you gave me away, I wasn’t wearing a long white dress and there wasn’t a man waiting for me at the altar. / You gave me away to the world the day you told me that you needed a break as if our relationship was one that you could just flip a light switch on and off,
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Mar 2, 2015
I'm a Functionally Depressed PersonI’m a functionally depressed person. / I’ve self-diagnosed myself as this / Because severe depression makes
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Feb 17, 2015
I Wanted You; You Chose HerAt a very small age, much too young / to know what a true love felt like, / I learned that I’d never be the
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Jan 19, 2015
NineMy brother told me that cats purr because / it means you’re close enough to hurt them. / Their motors running, vibrating throughout their bodies,
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Jan 18, 2015
HideawayMy lips curl about your name, / like a newborn wraps its tiny fingers / around yours, clinging to your body
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Jan 14, 2015
HomecomingI wear your tags around my neck, / my own personal lockets with your name engraved, / where they hang low enough to hear my
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Jan 9, 2015
Wet ConcreteFor every star that whispers against / The cold December sky, there’s a wandering / Soul that tiptoes like a ballerina skates across
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Jan 8, 2015
i don't know what this is...a quick write, but i want someone like this in my life.There’s an infinite amount of things in this world that I’ll never understand; an enormous list of things I’ll never know the rhyme or reason behind, if there is one. I can never understand why there are days when out of the blue, watching TV downstairs, that she’ll just get up and leave the room, making an exit to our bedroom, and our bed. I’ll never understand why her brain has less chemicals than mine, why she suffers from depression, and I’m just fine. / But as I watch her crawl up the stairs slowly, I know that the tears have already began to well up in her eyes and are threatening to spill over but she’s keeping her composure as long as she can until she’s hidden away inside our room. And thirty seconds later, she’ll have unleashed the flood of salty liquid down her cheeks until they mark the pillow case with mascara and eyeliner. / And after letting her sob in a silence that she thinks I cannot hear, I’ll make my way up the stairs to find her with her back towards the door, her shoulders shaking as she tries to stop the rain from falling, hoping I’ll leave it alone and leave the room.
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Dec 16, 2014
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