Cordelia with the raven hair
Wearing halos and bleeding ichor
Sweet as poison, pure as pythons
Didn't I tell you about my split skin?
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I cared like Ventolin and blood transfusions
I lived in that shadow
And I withered in that shadow
You pressed the sunshine to my flesh
Until it burned
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Beautiful brave Cordelia, drove me to insanity
Your compliments were crafted like arrow heads
Movie star, warrior, painting
Aren't you just woven from perfection?
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I cared like burials and running
With scabs on my hands and rope burns on my neck
You get everything you want without
Even having to reach for it
And I try to view you as human
Instead of a sickening siren song
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Oh Cordelia, you didn't have to
Push me down just to reach the top
I still have the bruises to show
Oh Cordelia, I wasted so much hate on you
I took my goodbyes with a side of jealousy
And maybe I helped build your podium after all
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Comments (4)
Wasted hate. This has given me pause.
I feel like we all know a Cordelia or two... that line about wasted hate is sooo relatable and well placed!! Love this!!
Oh, we all recognize her, Poppy, and you've dramatized her well.A fantastic poem
Brilliantly done! I especially like the last verse "Oh Cordelia, I wasted so much hate on you I took my goodbyes with a side of jealousy And maybe I helped build your podium after all". Love the song too.