Cass Indigo: Poems

Dec 2020 · 105

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.

Dec 2020 · 73

i know

Cass Indigo Dec 2020

i know

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.

Dec 2020 · 80

unrequited love

Cass Indigo Dec 2020

unrequited love

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.

Jul 2018 · 388

perfect strangers

Cass Indigo Jul 2018

perfect strangers

A secret smile
A shared glance
Or eye contact that lasted a second too long
You yearn to reach out
Say something
Anything
Then it’s over
They’re gone

This happens everytime
Everytime,
Those perfect strangers who catch your eye
Who make you long to know more
But it always ends the same
Those perfect strangers
Who had so much potential
But nothing happened

I basically just saw a cute girl in Target today... not a very interesting story I know ;)
Anyways here is another trash poem I wrote at 11:30 pm.. enjoy I guess
-C.I.

May 2018 · 177

poetry

Cass Indigo May 2018

poetry

Poetry
Such a beautiful yet such a complicated piece of art
How can something be so short, yet so
l
o
n
g
?
How can something be so
spaced
out
Yet so put together?

Poetry
A therapist
A friend
An escape
A mask

Poetry
How ever to describe a novel
In a few
short
simple
words.

Whelp not too great but at least it's a poem

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