poetry by covey

i adore poetry

[poetcovey]

glove

sometimes i ponder

sitting in the library

some will see me wonder

i just sit, in fear

what if this dream ends?

will you still be here, my dear?

my heart crushes at the thought

you wouldn’t do that to me right?

i remember every date on the dot

every smile you give

every kiss we share

you wouldn’t leave me right my love?

so gentle and soft

you fit me like a glove

what happens when you grow sizes

what happens when the leather wears out

i will still be a worn out glove

and you’ll still be in doubt

what happens when i make your hands cold

shivering in the snow

you’ll find something new

maybe she glows

like you once thought i did.

maybe she makes you feel warm

maybe next winter i’ll just be a worn out glove for someone else to repair?

-written by covey

[poetcovey]

the brick

i can feel myself going under. like a huge brick is tied to my aching back. i can feel the cold water burying me into the deep ocean waves. i can feel the water starting to fill my mouth, flooding my mouth to drown my thoughts. the thoughts break through like as if i can’t let them go. they are rushing through my head like the adrenaline is rushing through my heart. how’d i get here? i thought i was getting better. suddenly i can feel the loss. the ache of the loss. the missing piece. whyd they leave? whered they go? why am i on delivered for many hours? was it something i said? am i being replaced… suddenly i feel like i’m in a bath tub. too young to speak up for myself. only to scream and beg for the suffering to stop. my parents won’t listen yet they continue to drown me. they hold my head under water like it was meant to be. like as if the ache is meant to be. i can feel the flailing and screaming under the water, the muffled sounds make my parents laugh. why are they laughing? suddenly i know truly i’m sinking. i’m too far down to fetch. so i’m stuck no boats to come fish me out of the sea; no people to stop my parents from holding my fragile head under the rocky water caused by my own movement. suddenly i know this is all on me.

writing by covey sewell

[poetcovey]

denial

mistaken

lips to lips

it felt right in the moment

it felt right

for that second

no thoughts

just lips to lips

was the kiss just mistaken

do you care

should i text you

should i let you move along

i don’t know

these questions run me over

like a semi truck hits a animal

like the truth hits denial

in denial, i am

back to the dark place

i began to think about what could’ve been

about the good times we did have

i want to write all my thoughts

i cant

i cant speak

i cant think

i want you

i need you

i’m selfish

-written by covey

[poetcovey]

him

i’ll see you

i’ll see him

i’ll think of you and him

like a distant memory

we weren’t meant to last

testing, is what you called it

experimental, is what you said

i feel like a test subject

i got my hopes up

just to be put back

like a bunny rabbit

i jumped to you

i jumped for you

i played tricks

and did everything i felt was right

like a pet store

i was browsed

selected

and put back

i feel robbed

left out of love

i made up scenes in my head

i played them out

our first kiss

our first date

our first i love you

now it’s his turn to make them up

he cares for you

he won’t lie

he only tells the truth

-written by covey

[poetcovey]

hallway crush

hallway crush

walking past me

the look

hallway crush is what i refer to you as

in my diary

to my friends

hallway crush that will never notice my looks

i write about you in my books

i did my makeup

did you notice

just a hallway crush

is what you will be

you wont notice me

you wont realize the way i adore

i adore your smile

the way you talk

the way i look up at you

i could text you for hours

hallway crush

what’s left to do

forever not yours

forever my hallway crush

forever stalking

wanting some form of a rush

hallway crush

he does a simple blush

i get a rush

calls me love

is he inlove

he smiles

i dial the number to my heart

is he just a hallway crush

-written by Covey Sewell

[poetcovey]

tattoos

tw:SA

his hands

they still cover my body

he is here

but those hands

will never wash away.

stuck to my body

like permanent marker

like ugly scars

like tattoos i regret

i hide my body

i scrub where he touched

yet they are still there

i feel it

yet others can’t see

-written by Covey Sewell

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daddy issues

i bother because i never got love

as a child i grew up waiting for someone

to fill the gaps in which my father left

open and spaced

shake me and find nothing

hurt me and find the tears i somehow have left.

-written by Covey Sewell

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hopeless romance

i count boys on my hand

waiting for one to grab my attention

i sit and gaze at the picture perfect couples.

holding each other

i bet they never get lonesome

i bet they never question their worth.

it’s only a hopeless romantics job

sitting and questioning since birth

why do i even bother

-written by Covey Sewell

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Shattered

you’re like pure glass

no one notices you

but when you cry

you break

you become unclear

useless

just broken glass

no one wants to pick up broken glass

-written by Covey Sewell