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Cassidy Vautier Feb 2014
i see the distress marked across your face
the fade in your smile
the way you look to the floor
for comfort
when he walks by
seemingly not giving your presence
a second thought

but i see
just as you pass him
he steals a last glance of you
from the corner of his eyes
he wonders
are you doing well?
do you still think of him?
is the reason
you turn your head
because you don’t remember?
is your heart still filled with anger?

i see the conflict behind his eyes
i’ll bet
he lays awake at night
missing you

missing the way
you stole his little things
although returning them
before the day was done

missing the way
you waved your hands
mind wandering
lost,
in the recollections
with the stories you would tell
hoping he would smile

somedays
when you pass him
on your way to class
ear buds in
world closed out
he mourns to push the hair back from your face
to steal away the sadness in your eyes

but there are days
where he is content
without
your lips upon his own

there are days
when he is sure the decision he made was right
but
there is not a day when you don’t cross his mind

he has days full of regret,
but
he has days of certainty
in some way
you have a piece of his heart
a corner of his mind

so don’t
close your eyes
turn your head
try to make yourself so small
that you disappear

don’t loath
the way you laugh
or your crooked tooth
the loudness of your voice
when you try to make others smile

don’t let the thoughts
that scream to you at night
win
telling you
that you did something wrong
that you weren’t good
that if you had
worn your hair down that day
or sang in a better key
he would have stayed

don’t
don’t wish for him to come back

because you deserve someone
who is sure
of having a heart
that skips a beat when you appear


because
you deserve someone
who’s smile meets the rising sun
on sunday mornings
with a bubbling excitement
that hours from that point
they will see a radiant you

don’t stop loving yourself
because somebody else did

and don’t wait for someone
who will make you love yourself
either

love yourself
because one day
someone so wonderful
will grow
into your days
who has fingers
that entangle so perfectly with your own
and a presence
that wraps around your heart

because one day
somebody
will look at you
with the same fire in their eyes
as you do
when you watch a burning sky

one day
you will be a sunset
that sends kisses
that reduces
a fading purple sky
into stardust
390 · Feb 2014
pull me down
Cassidy Vautier Feb 2014
that’ll **** you
you screamed at me

you’re killing me
i whispered
but you couldn’t hear me
as you lifted me from the floor

mediocre adolescence
told me
that to live
to exist in a meaningful way
is to burn your lungs
to break bottles
over your soul
to quiet a throbbing mind

i was refusing to look into your eyes
yet i was starring straight into them
were you scared of me?

you were the ocean
wondrous
a delightfully tempting invite to jump in

i was a storm
the kind of devastation you relish to watch
but dont dare to touch

we met
breathtaking, it may have been
but you were beautiful on your own
and i was nothing without you

you shook me
screaming my name

i couldn’t hear you
yet your words
resonated
even now still
ringing in my ears

dont let me go
dont let me go*

i swear
your eyes were the only thing
keeping me from being torn from the earth
385 · Apr 2014
was
Cassidy Vautier Apr 2014
was
"the storm won't last forever"* they always told her
anxiety grew with age, for she was the chaos on the ocean
she was the storm for all that it **was
378 · Feb 2016
let's sing
Cassidy Vautier Feb 2016
Dear, you are my sweetest forbidden day dream
Blue eyes starring up at me from pant seams
Just enough to pull my heart strings
You are the quick gazes stolen through guitar screams
Chills, you are simply seated next to me
345 · Feb 2014
last page of a love story
Cassidy Vautier Feb 2014
she looked at you and smiled
i looked at you and smiled
you looked at her and smiled
275 · Feb 2014
Untitled
Cassidy Vautier Feb 2014
is there such thing
as a happy poet

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