Cassidy Shoop

Cassidy Shoop Mar 2015

The longest drive of my life
was only four and a half dragging minutes
around two street corners
Followed by the loudest sound of an unlocking door
my oozing ears have ever witnessed
And the guiltiest hug my arms will ever bear.
His scent still lingering on my clothes
and face
and those same arms,
I proceed to tell you my secrets
(not the fun kind you whisper to your friends)
the ones I could only stand to hide under my tongue
for one whole day,
and purely for the sake of your innocence.
I reach into your chest and rip out what's rightfully mine
and I can't apologize enough
as I ring out every good memory I have ever given you
and replace it with a night I can't even fully remember.
Naturally, you curse
and leave me alone in your room as if
I've kicked you out of your own home, as if
you never want to see my face again
unless it is twisted and bruised, as if
the only thing I have ever given you
was a chip in your paper-thin skull.
After draining my lips of "I'm sorry"s and "I love you"s
you find the decency in your heart to take hold of my hand,
walk me silently to the bathroom,
and politely ask me to join you
for a bubble bath.

#love #poem #poetry #forgiveness #sorry #apology #bubble #bath #jacob #bubblebath

Cassidy Shoop Mar 2015

Gravity

The gravity of the moon
never gives up trying
to pull the ocean closer
to his surface,
and no matter how far you are
I promise to do the same
for you.

so my friend asked me to write a poem on the spot and this cheesiness came out of it hahaha

#gravity #poetry #moon #fun #friend #cliche #cheesy

Cassidy Shoop Mar 2015

I'll Keep it Short and Simple

It's funny how you never look for company
until there's no one left to keep it.

#poem #poetry #short #class #american #sentence

Cassidy Shoop Mar 2015

You Can't Make Me Feel Guilty Anymore

I can’t stop thinking
about how you always hated your teeth
and the way the ones in the front go sinking
towards each other like mountains too steep
to climb. You say it happened in a car
accident, that the force from the crash
is what shoved them together that way but I know you far
too well not to point out that you are the last
person who would admit that you were
born with any sort of flaw at all.
You are the type of person to slur
your words until they fall
from your tongue wearing a disguise,
just to get me to grieve over your demise.

I had to write a sonnet for my poetry class and I never write sonnets cause I hate rhyming but I think I did okay

#poem #feelings #poetry #sonnet #rhyme #writing #guilty #class #teeth #michael

Cassidy Shoop Feb 2015

You Could Do Better

all you've ever known is me so i have to wonder if you wish you could have a taste of those girls with long brown hair and naturally bright eyes because if i were in your shoes i would at least want to experience that before settling for someone like me and i'm so scared that one day you'll find a girl whose eyes are golden in the sunlight but deep brown when you're alone in your bedroom that i know so well and that you'll actually have the chance to run your fingers through her soft wavy hair and they won't get stuck in the process because it isn't messy and tangled like mine and she won't have to wear makeup to hide the dark circles under her eyes because she doesn't have to send pills down her throat in the morning just to feel normal enough to get through the day without breaking down the way i do when i realize you're too good for me

you deserve better

#vent

Cassidy Shoop Feb 2015

"Strangers"

we opened its stiff windows
and the room above the kitchen
could breathe again.
hot and stuffy like a car
with its doors sealed tight
in the middle of July,
the summer air
rushed into its lungs
as if it had just taken
a first breath from an inhaler.
meaningless,
useless,
simply a "spare"
used only for things to be seen
once or twice a year;
soon to be a room full of strangers
only to be seen
once or twice a year.

Cassidy Shoop Feb 2015

Trial and Error

The smell of her hair
is not lavender or perfume.
It is chlorine summers
and cigarette smoke at a party,
a good party.
Her skin is not velvet.
It is fresh, white linen
that feels like home
the second it is smoothed over the mattress.
Her voice is not a whispering mother.
It is the ocean against the shore
seeping deep into the sand,
wishing it could stay longer.

#sydney