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wow
Some days smell like failure
Some days emenate winter
Some days smell the same
As last year when I was bitter.
And it's almost been a calender
The time is passing quickly
And my entire life
Is flying right past me.
 Jul 2018 Courtney O
Darcy Lynn
I am adept
In the art of being okay
I have mastered the craft
Of covering my troubles
I use all sorts of fancy facades
Acrylic, oil, watercolor
You name it.

I can paint over nearly anything

You will never know
How late I was up last night
Or why.

My eyes flicker
Like candlelight
But you couldn’t see
You couldn’t possibly see
I’m too good
For that.

I can dance, too
Waltzing away my sorrows
Carefully tip toe-ing the
Pas-de-I-am-fine
I get a standing ovation every time

I’m very talented, you see.

But my all time favorite
Is my disappearing act
I’m still perfecting it
Right now
But one of these days
I’ll show you
How I
Slip
Slip
Slip
Away

Right through your fingers.
Have you ever shook with aliveness like caffeine in wonder and if you have you know what I'm saying but if you don't it's so far away from anything you could imagine my words are pointless falling on dry deserts of you think you know and false comprehension.
 Jul 2018 Courtney O
Jermon
I come here
To free myself
From whatever that's hurting me

And get myself lost
In your life's
Troubles.

My heart
Empathising.
01.07.2018
Those times.
 Jun 2018 Courtney O
Midnight
your words exactly:
"i believe our paths were meant
"to intersect,
"but not to sustain.
"to touch,
"but not to cling.
"to meet,
"but not to unite. "
and i still love you,
despite.
You kind of broke my heart when you told me this, so abrasively, over a warm beer and a shared cigarette at 4 in the morning.
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