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Cece Jun 2012
Choppy breath
and heavy souled,
my eyes sting
as I blink back the tears.

Vision fades to black,
and sounds are muffled
by the thudding of my heart.

A steady pang of weight
is adjusting upon my chest,
as I twinge at the realization
of future.
Cece May 2012
The pit of your stomach
will soon clench
into a metal weight ball,
dragging you
into the dark abyss that is
your future.

Though the selfishness of summer
is waiting to be set upon you,
the responsibilities
are stapled along
with the sunshine.

Crunch time is almost here,
so you better be ready for it.
If you aren't paying attention,
you will be undeniably ******.
Cece May 2012
This slump is subsiding.
I'm climbing out
slightly subdued.
I think I needed that, though.

My coffee tastes more flavorful
and the trees are coming to life.
The Black Keys echos throughout my room
while I sit cross legged
in my knit sweater, and tattered shorts
as I continuously adjust my glasses.

Inspiration is everywhere.
And I'm able to see it again
now that the thunder roars
and the rain soaks my clothes.
Soggy as it may be,
this is the season of change
and the season of rebirth.
Cece May 2012
I'm only
second choice
at best.

Better than the worst
but never do I win.

It's nice,
I guess.
Knowing that at least
I'm there...

This should probably be
concerning
but I cant find time to care.
Butterflies are visiting                                                            
for the first time in a while.                                                            
And I like it.                                                            
Vulnerability is taking over
but I dont want to stop.

So I won't.
Cece May 2012
I hate having to pretend
that I don't care.
I have to pretend
it doesn't  bother me
at all.

It's one of the hardest things to do,
you know. To deny how I
really feel.

But what are ya gonna do?

Yeah, I don't know either.
Just give me a minute
to plaster on a smile and
bring out my inner actress
so  I can assume the role of

the supportive friend,
yet again.
Cece May 2012
You'll break apart,
                                                          ­           they say.

We know it's important,
But it will fade away
                                                            ­        they say.

You are going to forget about them
                                                            ­        they say.

Things
          will
                    change
                                     ­                               they say.

We think we're different.                                                       ­                                                                 ­                              
But in thinking that, we are                                                              ­                                                                 ­                   
the same.                                                            ­                                      

                         ­                                                                 ­       I know your deepest thoughts
                                                        ­                                           and secrets. You're a part of my
                                                              ­                                       makeshift family, and I love that.

And knowing that
one day
                 I won't know
                    your name,
                     leaves me
  dry                      
                            and empty.
Cece May 2012
has never really been my thing.

My clothes sit funny, and frump
in all of the wrong places. I'm
short, and kinda chubby. My body
is so disproportionate, I won't even
go there. I have freckles painted
all over, cursing me to be
forever fair skinned.

I'll look away, and pretend to be
in deep thought. Or I'll act like I
suddenly have something I'm
absorbed in, on my ****** phone.
I run my hands through
my snarly, blonde hair - even though
it looks just fine. Yes, I'm that person
who coughs, just so that I'm doing something
if I don't feel
quite right.

I'm sure you can decipher the difference
between my real laugh
and the fake.


At times though, this is null and void.
It's those days, that i love the most.
Rare, but rewarding.

Standing tall, I'll smile at strangers.
Looking in the mirror is fun, and taking
pictures - isn't torture. Laughter eases
out of me, and I shout.

Sometimes I get really ballsy, and
I'll tell you if I think you're cute
just because I can. Flirting is easier
and not something I worry about.


Confidence is all about the
m  i  n  d   s  e  t  .
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