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When I first meet you
Your eyes were wet and timid
Your hair was raised to end
And you had such a small frame

Small and blue

When I saw you last
Your eyes were anything but what they were once
You stud tall and proud
And walked with strength that could shake the ground

Large and tan

Mar 2015 Charlie

Untitled

Mar 2015 Charlie

Ryder Rose

Untitled

I feel
the
depression
creeping
in as
I do
nothing
to
stop
it

It runs through my veins.

#poetry #sad #depression #life #pain #death #thoughts

Mar 2015 Charlie

forgotten;

Mar 2015 Charlie

Rianna

forgotten;

the hardest part
about missing you
is knowing
I shouldn't.

yet here I am,
up all night
aching and thinking of you
and you're sound asleep.

your dreams aren't filled
with the faces of a lover
who made promises
that were not kept.
(but mine were.)

you don't wake in the morning
wanting to return to your dreams
just to see my face
or hear my voice.
(but I do.)

you don't go about your day
wondering where I am
or what I'm up to
or if I'm thinking of you.
(but I always am.)

and at night
when you lay down to sleep
you don't wish
you were lying right next to me.
(nighttime is the loneliest, you know.)

but I think the hardest part
about missing you
is not dreaming of you,
or thinking of you,
or wishing you were here.

the hardest part
is knowing you made your choices
and I wasn't one of them.

#love #heartbreak #loss #breakup #forgotten

Mar 2015 Charlie

Hickies on a Thursday

Mar 2015 Charlie

Keah Jones

Hickies on a Thursday

You left a hickey on my neck- claiming that it was your way of telling every other glancing boy that I was yours
But you never wanted to get ash on your clothes from my fallout and it just kept coming
you said you loved me like a friend but ****** me like the enemy and now I find myself hating Thursdays because watching you drive away from me in the lightening storm made me hate myself even more
In an instant I had become everything I told myself I would not

Mar 2015 Charlie

1 to 10.

Mar 2015 Charlie

Nrlly

1 to 10.

As a kid,
I would count backwards from ten and imagine at one.
There would be an explosion.

Perhaps caused by a rogue planet.
Crashing into Earth.
Or some other catastrophe.
When nothing happened,I'd feel relieved.
And at the same time, a little disappointed.

I think of you at ten.
The first time i saw you.

Your smile at nine.
How it lit up something inside me I had thought long dead.

Your lips at eight.
Pressed against mine.

And at seven.
Your warm breath in my ear.
Your hands everywhere.

You tell me you love me at six.
And at five we had our first real fight.

At four we had our second and three, our third.
At two you tell me you cant go on any longer.
And then at one,you moved on.

I am relieved.
So relieved.
And a little disappointed.