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PINK + GOLD

By Courtney Wiens

I thought you would call someone closer to you,

You are the only thing I want close.

Your love is such a taunt,

You are the only thing I want.


You only speak of what you want,

My lists are posted on the walls.


You only speak of ‘one day’,

I can’t get out, I need help.


But I was only trying to be helpful,

But somehow everything felt harmful.


I’m the only thing you want, but you sabotage,

It takes a lot out of you, to pick me up.

It takes a lot out of me, to pick you up,

There’s no more chances left, I know.

There’s no more chances left, we know.

I let us barrel toward a wall.


We bought four walls though, and our love expired within a pink house,

We were never going to get the gold.


I hoped we would never go out of style,

Whiskey thoughts cloud my mind.


I need to go now, this isn’t safe anymore,

You’ve always been scared of my tears.

You are scared of mine too.

My love for you is unending, but the hate for myself hasn’t stopped.


 Excuses pass away, rocks don’t bounce the way you wish, 

I don’t understand the consequences, if I throw a stone, what will it hit?


I put a pen to paper & decided this was over

The walls are cracked, the flood drowned us but it gave us me and you.

Poetry: Text

REARRANGE

By Courtney Wiens

Its clear we are out of sync,

We tried being friendly,

But it was clear this would sink.

We were never friends.


Heartbreak makes the best songs,

You taught me that.

I like to be the victim,

You taught me that.


I put myself in a soft walled room,

I used overthinking to get where i didnt want to go.

I put myself in a white room,

How could anyone not go crazy, losing you.


Use love as a weapon

Better sharpen up your aim.

Your love is not a shelter anymore,

And I kept getting caught in the rain.


When I left the safe spaces, the sharks started to swim,

I remember crying all December, before leaving for January

Everything was maybe okay, I learned to separate

And then it was winter and you told me you loved me,

And then it was summer and you said you wanted to love me forever.

Next winter brought promises,

But seasons always change.

And we found a way to rearrange.

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