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Corinne Nov 2013
if i had no other talent
i would be content in knowing that
i am the best at missing you
Corinne Oct 2013
i'm restless
four hours till breakfast
and i smell the last of the tonic
wasted on her breath
instead of her bloodstream
i watch my mind fly away
still stuck on this pipe dream
while a slow sad song plays
in the background of my memories
i'm weighed in with only make up
caked in the cracks and crevices
in spite of this and my spitefulness
i'm still a *****
and i'm restless
out of billions i'm just a dust speck
so i'll fall out of my clothes
to watch you disrobe
and break a sweat
the window to your soul is not your eyes
it's under your shirt sleeve
it's the lust
disguised in your bloodstream
and i'm screaming
there's no honor among thieves
you must be dreaming
i sit in this space and wait
while the butterflies congregate
into my heart
instead of my stomach
where they belong
the weightlessness long gone
i'm just another twenty-something fatality
fighting a war
armed with only my shaken sanity
and i'm restless
Corinne Oct 2013
just because you don't hit me when you say it
doesn't mean you don't hit me
when you say it
you've gone so far overboard with it
now it's time for you to go
overboard with it
Corinne Oct 2013
i've learned to love sweaters
my second skin
i'm not afraid to be seen in
the bruises are all gone
and the scars don't show through
clinging to me without
holding me back
i've learned to love sweaters
not just because of the weather
Corinne Oct 2013
maybe i'm an acquired taste
maybe i'm like an artichoke cupcake
maybe you learn to like me
maybe you don't
maybe i try too hard
maybe i don't
maybe it's not me this time
maybe you only like cupcake
maybe you only like artichoke
maybe one day there will be someone
who likes both
Corinne Oct 2013
i saw you picking out fruit
red apples, i recall.
my least favorite.
i glance up.
that sympathetic, useless smile
crosses your face
same as all the others,
good enough
to be picked up
but put back on the shelf
for someone else.
Corinne Oct 2013
you made me fly
like a cool breeze through a pile of dead leaves

i listened to you with my lips
when i wish i had been deaf

i watched you with my fingertips
turns out i needed glasses anyway
unfinished, i think.
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