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1.6k · Feb 2014
true self
CH Feb 2014
I find it remarkable
that I always say I’m scared,
scared that people will run away
as soon as they notice my true self
still I reveal it to one and all,  
to anyone who will listen
I think maybe it’s because
I hope they will run away
that they will think I’m mad and bizarre
ill – absurd – ludicrous
so I can capture all their contempt
and hide it inside my chest
and continue to live in the darkness
where self-hatred represents all
that is where I feel secure

because no-one can hurt someone
who has already been beaten down
801 · Feb 2014
fatigue
CH Feb 2014
I am tired of...

shaking hands,
tired eyes,
pale cheeks,
smileless lips,
stinging lungs,
fragile legs,

a mind without peace
and a heavy heart

I am so indefinitely,
so infernally and entirely

tired
683 · Feb 2014
i hate(love) you
CH Feb 2014
One day I adored you,
The next day I hated you,
The day after that I missed you,
And then I despised you,
Only to be longing for you
And then to loathe you

This is the cruel game of my mind,
The endless circle I am trapped in
Always torn between feelings
Of love and hate toward you.
And I still haven’t figured it out.

Please stop making my heart race when you smile,
And please stop irritating me with your arrogance.

Please just stop.
I don’t want to love you and I don’t want to hate you.

I don’t want you at all
CH Mar 2014
Last night I dreamt of you,
We were running in the midst of daffodils and buttercups
The damp air bestowed you with tiny water crystals and
Birds above us were chanting the melody of dawn
With a teasing laugh I ran and told you: catch me if you can

Last night I dreamt of you,
We were running in the midst of dandelions and hogweed
The violent weather soiled me with poisonous raindrops and
Hawks above us were screeching the melody of night
Without a laugh you ran and told me: *don’t you try to catch me
558 · Apr 2014
crumpled
CH Apr 2014
I want someone who doesn’t see the scars and scratches on my body
as a symbol of destruction and misery
I want someone who sees the scars and scratches on my body as
a piece of art – a representation of survival
Someone who sees me as a crumpled piece of paper
that is still, somehow, whole but

Simply crumpled
CH Mar 2014
I feel like I was once a naked canvas
- a credulous artist was to be my creator,
his deepest desire was to fill the empty frame
with beautiful work of art and make it
the masterpiece of his life - well, see there was this one
significant problem - the canvas was never meant
to be beautiful

and so the artist smothered it with paint,
and ripped it with a rusty pocket knife,
and shouted at it in pure shame
that it could never be a masterpiece

with stains of dreadful paint,
and open wounds,
it stood on the painting easel
– all alone

*worthless
493 · Feb 2014
talk
CH Feb 2014
The only thing I can think about
Is you and me and a bench in the park
A pack of cigarettes and endless talking
A day without hours,
Without minutes,
Without seconds
Because I would like to talk to you forever
If I could

Oh if only I could
485 · Feb 2014
expose
CH Feb 2014
Sunlight, moonlight
Shine bright

Unravel me here
Exhibit my shattered heart

Let the world look into
My aching soul

And reveal my hidden art
Underneath my sleeves

Use your luminosity to mirror
The darkness of my psyche
Onto the ground

Where it belongs
417 · Feb 2014
fiend
CH Feb 2014
a devil is hidden inside my chest,
concealed behind my ribs I have imprisoned it
as it rages and as it screams
it seeks to harm me
so I scream back

but I am simply human
and my voice will become raw
as the devil continues to screech
and sometimes my voice vanishes
and when my ribs expand as I breathe
all hell breaks lose

my devil is out
and I have become imprisoned
360 · Feb 2014
hush
CH Feb 2014
a large sweater
and a single bite
then everything looks better
and I'll continue to hide
355 · Feb 2014
mind's eye
CH Feb 2014
when he kissed me, I thought of you
and when he looked me in the eyes, he reminded me of you
and when he smiled at me, I hoped that it was you
and for some reason I dare not think of
I wanted him even more

because you are the best I never had
342 · Feb 2014
consuming
CH Feb 2014
I keep thinking,
that I can survive without you
but then two days go by
and you still consume my mind
but I do not consume yours
I dare not think of it

but each time you write me
you lure me with lovely words
and I feel that you might
just a little bit
think of me too

but I know
that it is merely who you are,
the incredible person that you are
who says these alluring words

and that it has nothing to do with me
303 · Feb 2014
practice makes perfect
CH Feb 2014
intoxicated bodies
leads to confessions of affection
confessions to be ignored when guilt takes over
confessions which we swear not be true
that our hearts beat strongly for each other
that is a truth - a reality which cannot be changed

or can it?

practice makes perfect” you say
and I think I understand
because my heart is broken

*and I have to practice
299 · Feb 2014
One must always hope
CH Feb 2014
My heart is aching
My throat is itching
My head is throbbing and
My sight is fading

Still I smoke the cigarette,
Inhaling the smoke so deep into my lungs,
That you would think it was for the last time


My mind is screaming,
My hands are buzzing
My legs are weakening
My chest is beating

Still I smoke the cigarette,
Inhaling the smoke so deep into my lungs,
That you would think it could ease my mental distress


My ribs are tightening
My eyes are burning
My lungs are ripping and
My scars are prickling

Still I smoke the cigarette,
Inhaling the smoke so deep into my lungs,
That you would think it could tame the beast inside me

*One must always hope
295 · Feb 2014
you
CH Feb 2014
you
you keep appearing in my dreams
I wish you wouldn’t
I can’t bear to
be longing this much for someone
who isn’t even mine
and who never will be
because you got her and I don’t know
if I even want you to be mine like that
but what I do know is that

You have to be mine
276 · Feb 2014
memories
CH Feb 2014
I keep forgetting how striking you are
How charming and stunning you are

I forget because I tell myself not to look at you
I forget because I don’t want to be longing for -

Your hands around my waist
Your laugh which overshadows my every thought

Your strong arms which once held me tight
Your broad shoulders which sheltered me into reassurance

I say that I keep forgetting,
But I always remember,
The second you take a look in my direction

Even for just a second
I remember it *all
266 · Feb 2014
I want
CH Feb 2014
I want to be happy
Yet i drown myself in sorrow

I want to talk
Yet I stay quiet

I want to be honest
Yet I hide behind fake smiles

I want to be beautiful,
Yet I cut my skin to pieces

I want to do everything,
Yet I try at nothing

I want people close to me
Yet I push them away

I want to live, yet I don’t

— The End —