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Tatiana Cody Dec 2010
Spackle and fresh paint,
But the holes in the walls are still there,
Like the holes in my heart are still here.

I have learned to take your fist
And kiss it with my nose.
Will I miss your “tough love” when you finally go?

Spirits ripped from small walking corpses,
This house is filled with ghosts.
I’m so ******* tired of waking with a scream in my throat.
A true story.
Tatiana Cody Dec 2010
I want a twenty-four hour long shower,
Water scalding, not warm,
To delight in life and pleasant thoughts,
And all of the fabulous wrinkles that form.
Tatiana Cody Nov 2010
I thought that I was finally ok.
I thought we were on good terms.
I thought you thought good thoughts of me,
And my unclear way with words.

I thought you thought you could return a book
In exchange for a DVD,
And had faith that you would hear
No unkind words from me.

But I was wrong of what you thought
In no uncertain terms
And now all of the thoughts I had
Are meaningless words, words, words.
Tatiana Cody Nov 2010
The look in his eyes
When he sees you.

That one special smile he shows
Only for you

Cuts me deeper than
A basilisk fang

And it burns
And I hope you feel the venom seeping out in these words.

If there's one thing I've learned,
Only wear your heart on short sleeves.

Makes it harder to come along
and cut out your heartstrings.

And I need
Someone who just wants to hold me.

Someone to come
chase away my lonely.

Open your ears,
Can't you hear that I'm green?

And I scream
Consumed by this senseless envy.

Patchwork stitching all
The scraps I have left of me.

Do you know what I see
When I look at you?

You're incredibly beautiful,
But aren't I beautiful, too?

If that's true,
Why the hell am I so ******* jealous of you?
A true story.
Tatiana Cody Nov 2010
How black is too black?
Should I tan
To make up for the pigment I lack?

How white is too white?
Should I flatten my curls,
Then will I be alright?

Why must I cope with this balancing act?
Careful, not too many big words
Tip the stereotypical scale back to black.

Not enough for some, too much for others
Whose side do I choose this time,
The father or mother's?

It matters too much which race people see
Why can't I just be black or white enough
To make myself me?
A true story.
Tatiana Cody Oct 2010
I wish I was your favorite song,
The one that's stuck in your head and seems to sing your life,
Just to know I'm on your mind.

I wish I could be the sun on your face,
On a perfect blue sky, Kentucky fall day,
Just so I can kiss your cheeks.

I wish I was a tree
Tall, strong with bowed branches outstretched,
Just so I might wrap you up in me, and protect you for once.

I wish I was a star,
Bright, and hot, and shining,
Just so that you might look at me and smile.

I wish I was the world,
Full of potential and possibilities,
Just so I could save myself and everything good inside me, all for you.

I wish I could melt into you,
Right through your chest,
Just so I could be closer to you heart.
Tatiana Cody Oct 2010
You loved me, I thought,
But was exactly wrong.
Neither am I yet dead,
Nor very strong.

Your eyes searched mine
For hidden treasures and fears
All of my secrets
Collected over eighteen years.

I gave in and told you everything
You know, Sir, I'm not very strong.
You loved me, I thought,
But was exactly wrong.
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