Haunt
Sometimes I wonder where time will place me
after you are gone
and your ghost continues to look over my shoulder
Will I feel your skeletal kiss on my cheek
Will you still haunt me
long after your ashes are lost to the wind.
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slow burn
i wrote something for you
then lit a candle
and watched the words
burn slowly
i decided
to let you go
for good
in that moment
as i watched the candle
take her time
with my final words
i mourned the loss
of an unrequited love
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Almond Eyes
Take these almond eyes
Shivering with the threat of a cry
Disrobed of their shine, strained
Red during this drought of happiness
I give in them to you a truth unshelled
From the fruit of my silence, peer into
Them to break the violence of desire
Take these almond eyes
so you can see the world as I might
So you can see the eternal night
The unforgiving darkness, the
procession of the martyrs
So your mind can taste the suffering
offered to me constantly
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You, After Hours
Sometimes, I wake up reaching for you.
Sometimes, I smell your cologne as I walk.
Sometimes, I forget you’re not mine at all.
-C.J.H
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WHO AM I?
I can feel myself fading away each day
Who am I?
Where am I?
I can feel myself becoming transparent
Where am I ?
I have no friends and I have tons
Who am I?
Nobody really has ever taken the time to know me
Where am I?
I used to be happy
Who am I?
I used to be someone
Where am I?
Why can’t I just feel happy ?
Who am I
I need help, but I don’t think anyone cares
Where am ?
No, I know no one cares.
Who am I?
I’ve been told many times , I am your best friend , I will always be there for you...
Where are you ?
Who are you ?
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#Depression #Anxiety #SadGirlPoems #DepressionThoughts #Sad #SadThoughts #Depressed #MentalIllness #repressedchildhoodmemories #ptsd #ACES
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The difference between you and I...
I never ignored u while you cried Wouldn’t leave with out saying goodbye I knew at times I could be intense I swear I would’ve given my last breathe I wouldn’t have left without ensuring you got inside That’s difference between you and I.
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Mused
Once I asked if I was your muse
and you carved me out of soap,
softening my ragged edges with interlocked fingers and well placed kisses,
whispers of fate in the cards you drew,
postcard promises of lives woven together, feet resting on solid ground.
I wonder where she is now,
In your box, locked away with remnants of past loves,
left to wither with memories of their bloom,
Or maybe by the sink,
now that you’ve washed your hands of me.
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Poem-let #1
I paint the sky on my fingertips
The world in my grasp
is the gift I gave myself.
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Sooth
I know what it is to be alone,
to wrap my arms around my tired bones
and hold myself until I still,
while the world continues turning.
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Companion
I want you to try for me.
Show up on my door step,
with some warning.
Sing me to sleep,
I don’t mind if you’re a bit off key.
Hold me until
our arms are sore from grasping too tightly.
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Happiness pt. 2
Happiness
is the gift card you get on your birthday
or maybe Christmas
from the emotionally distant uncle
or cousin three times removed who means well.
You keep it in your wallet
but never spend it,
thinking
you’ll know what to buy
when you see it.
It never makes it out of the packaging.
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Poem-let #3
Who do I choose,
you or him,
Or rather,
me or you.
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Slipping
It is easier to let my head fall
under frigid waters
than to keep finding passing branches
to grasp with my fingers,
slipping.
I keep blossoms in my mouth,
willing them to bloom,
to keep water from filling my lungs.
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