Brittney Wilhoit

Brittney Wilhoit Poems

Blindly, you handed her your already bandaged heart
She is careful at first,
Almost staring in wonder, and seeing what limits she can stretch it to
She needed to know, just how much she could put you through.
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Tell me not what tomorrow holds
Tell me not why I should be scared
Tell me not the many ways you'll miss me
Tell me not of all I will miss in your life
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I can feel it when I brush your face with my finger tips
I can feel it when you look at me with your blue-green eyes
I can feel it when you hold me
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“I love you”
I can take that lie
“I need you”
I live with that one as well
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I’ll always remember the day
I was writing in my notebook
Alone in the woods by our bunks
I was already thinking of you
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Before you stop listening
Before you delet this message
You need to know I’m not like your past ex’s
I’m not going to call every night begging you to reconsider
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On this cold winter’s day I find myself thinking
About the harshness and beauty of snow
I wonder what else in this wide world
Can draw you in
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Dancing in a dark hallway
The sound of a Jazz band playing in the next room

You holding me so close
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My stomach churns
I feel sick
Everytime I imagine you with him
Your beautiful asian skin
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Brittney Wilhoit Biography

I live in a small town in Indiana. I go to school and I'm a major band geek, though my heart is in writing as well as music. I write what I feel and about things that have happened to me or my friends. I always love reading other people's poetry excpessially when it's personal. The universalism in most poems is nice, but I really love to read about a direct feeling or a direct event. But that's just me.)

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I Think She Knows

Blindly, you handed her your already bandaged heart
She is careful at first,
Almost staring in wonder, and seeing what limits she can stretch it to
She needed to know, just how much she could put you through.

She found you had a weakness for her tennis player legs
As well as her piercing dark eyes and playfully messy hair
You cannot say no to her, but she knows this.

But I think she now knows you are addicted
I think she knows that she can poke your hearts old wounds
I think she knows she can place new ones,
And I fear she’s trying to scar deeper than all those before.

She knows she can call you names
Yet you’ll return
She knows she can break your heart then date a close friend of yours
But she’ll still have your heart.

It kills me to watch you slowly and painfully piece your heart back together
Only to place it back into her careless possession
How much can your poor heart endear?

How ever much that is
I’m sure she’ll be the one to find out.

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