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Cass Indigo Dec 2020
I think I give a piece of my heart to each one I love
I think with each person I connect I undo the stitches of a patch in the quilt
I give the patch to another as a sort of surrender
I think we all do this
In one moment or another
An unspoken exchange of patches
A patch that says “I trust you with this”
A patch that says “I think you need this on your quilt”
Each quilt a mosaic of our love
**** I need to calm down or I'm going to run out of poems and not post again for another 2 years. here you go, a poem that I came up with while falling asleep -- a bit of a lighter note than my last poem
- C.I.
Cass Indigo Dec 2020
I know it’s hard
I know how hard it is trying to rekindle the faded flame
How your heart breaks with every half hearted grin
I know it’s hard
I know how hard it is to watch the hesitation in past love
How the silence is deafening
I know it’s hard
I know how hard it is to open your blankets to shaking shoulders and teary eyes
How you have to hold the hurting heart
I know it’s hard
I know it’s hard it is because I’m the one living it
woah I actually posted again? anyways, sorry a bit of a depressing one. I kind of wrote this pretty fast so not my best. This can be interpreted per reader however you see fit, but for me it's my personal struggle with recovery from an ED. It's been hard for me (**** obviously) but I can tell it's really ******* my mom, so this is for her. anyways after that info dump, here's the NEDA hotline in case you are struggling and need to reach out to someone: 1-800-931-2237
-C.I.
Cass Indigo Dec 2020
Catching glimpse of the spark on the horizon
Fireworks always made me nervous
Those sea blue eyes can only reveal so much
And I shudder at the thought of the deep end
I reach for the shore aware it’s nowhere to be found
I was never the best at swimming
Feeling the soil between my fingernails
I know my attempt is futile
I’m often teased at my inability to plants alive
I’ve also never stopped trying
The energy ripples through the air, but no sparks appear in the sky
I guess it was a dud
time to give my one poem post and not come back for the next year hehe. I honestly haven't been on here in forever but I wrote this poem a while ago and I just felt like I to do something with it, so here you go - C.I.
  Jan 2019 Cass Indigo
Marietta Ginete
What is this feeling?
The feeling of being empty,
The feeling of lacking emotion,
The feeling of not being able to write.

It's weird not being able to express myself.
The emotions I once felt have left by itself.
The words in my head are stuck there
but at the same time they're nowhere.

I want to write about how I feel for you.
but what is there to write when I feel nothing anymore?
There's nothing else for me to do.
What else is there to write for?
I'm itching to write, I've really missed it.
  Jan 2019 Cass Indigo
Laila
They’d waited too long to say

“I love you”.

3 words. 3 syllables.

Yet they held millions of emotions unspoken.

and now that they’d done it, they wouldn’t,
couldn’t, stop

they told each other all the time. In the end of the argument and before the good news.

In the middle of the storm, even though it was hard to see, and after, when the raging winds had settled on a breeze

before the rising sun turned the sky pretty colors and after it flickered out and faded away into the dark

Underneath the stars that their love had been etched into

There was no love until death for them. Because it would never stop. Their love was beyond. It rose above any border that would dare to try and stop it. There was no finish line

because they were each other’s end game.  
-L.R
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