Courtney Snodgrass

Courtney Snodgrass Aug 2013

“Do you think there’s such thing as loving someone too much?” I asked him and searched his face for his reaction, which he didn’t show.

“What do you mean?” he questioned.

“I don’t know, do you think it’s possible to just want to love someone so much and save them, when maybe they’re already too broken to be fixed. I mean, maybe it would have been better—

“Don’t say that.” Michael interrupted, “Noah, don’t say that.”

“I don’t know, Michael. I mean, if she’s really that unhappy, was I in the wrong to send her to rehab? Was I wrong to want to save her and make her happy?”

“No, you’re not in the wrong.”

“I mean, if she really doesn’t want to live anymore, am I being selfish for wanting to keep her alive?”

this is actually an excerpt from the book that I'm writing. Hope you all enjoy it as much as my poetry :)

Courtney Snodgrass Aug 2013

for you

I want to repair your wounds,
And feel your heart,
Help you love,
And learn to restart.
I want to open up your soul
And free your mind,
Read your thoughts,
And give sight
To the blind.

you can't see me, because your heart is still broken.

Courtney Snodgrass Aug 2013

Morning Love

Skip the coffee,
And breakfast in bed.
I’d rather you stay by my side,
And feed me with kisses instead.
Wrap me in your arms,
While under the sheet,
Smother me with love,
And I’ll be complete.

Courtney Snodgrass Jul 2013

Narnia

“Let’s escape.”
You whispered in the midst
Of the night when we
Should have been asleep.
I had no clue what you meant,
And thought you were crazy,
Until you brought the kitchen chairs
Into the bedroom and made a blanket fort,
Using our comforter and sheets.
You grabbed my hand,
Laced our fingers and we crawled inside.
We laid our pillows next to one another,
And I laid in your arms
With my head upon your chest.
You kissed my forehead,
Squeezed me a tad bit tighter,
Told me you loved me,
And we settled in for the night’s rest.

blanket forts are the best

Courtney Snodgrass Jul 2013

if you want to love me,

find my scars,
wherever they may be;
on my wrists, where my heart should be,
and love them even more
than the beach loves the sea.
Kiss me like the tide
Marks the sand,
And guide me like the lighthouse
Helps a boat find land.

Courtney Snodgrass Jul 2013

three in the morning and lonely

sometimes late at night,
around three in the morning or so,
i pretend that you are by my side.
i use your old pillow to wrap my arms around,
and put my ear to the cold cloth
but can’t hear your heartbeat,
a once familiar sound.
i can’t feel the rise and fall of your chest
beneath my cheek where I’ve placed my head,
or your fingers dancing
over my exposed flesh.
your warm lips don’t brush mine,
and I can’t taste your sweet breath
but in the dark of night,
when the world is fast asleep,
and I am most vulnerable,
it is at that moment where
i most want your arms around me,
keeping me safe and secure,
because though I pushed you away,
i only ever wanted you here.

Courtney Snodgrass Jul 2013

no sleep, just memories

These nights are restless,
With you absent from my side.
A hole where my heart should be,
Is not easy to hide.
I stare at the ceiling,
Waiting for your return,
Knowing that you won’t come,
Leaving me with memories to burn.