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Charlie Hazels Jun 2014
Sometimes I forget
The abuse.
Sometimes even the
Pain begins to fade.
But then I remember-
Knocking on my door at 9.45
On a Saturday night
Isn't normal
When I haven't seen you in 3 years.

and the adrenaline rushes
and my heart is hammering
and the fear flows through my veins.
and i turn the TV up
and I pretend I can't hear you
and I cry silently.


Sometimes I think that I can
Move on.
Sometimes the barrier
Begins to fade.
But then I remember-
Parking outside my school
For a week
Isn't normal
When you don't even know my age.

and the adrenaline rushes
and my heart is hammering
and the fear rushes through my veins.
and my escape plan is ready
and I won't walk alone
and I try to hide in the crowd.


Sometimes I think you've
Finally died.
Sometimes the fear
Begins to fade.
But then I remember-
Offering holidays just to me
And not your other daughter
Isn't normal
When we both chose to leave your life.

and the adrenaline rushes
and my heart is hammering
and the fear rushes through my veins.
and my head is spinning
and I change my number
and I block you.


Sometimes the PTSD
Is gone.
Sometimes my childhood
Is rescued.
But then I remember-
A 30 mile bike ride
With no food or water
Isn't normal
When you're only 10 years old.

*and the adrenaline rushes
and my heart is hammering
and the fear rushes through my veins.
and the insomnia takes hold
and I can't open my front door
and if you could get in you would.
This is a response to my teen years, which were and are filled with huge stress because of one person, who I spend my life avoiding. I can't wait to be free when I go to uni.
Charlie Hazels Jun 2014
I can't trust you.
And I don't want to admit that
I don't love you anymore.
I'm still pretending
That you are the one.
I know that
I don't want to go out with you.
I'm trying to convince myself that
You were so important to me.
And how then,
I don't need you.
I'm only kidding myself when I say
I will always care about you.
Because it's not true-
I don't love you.
So I'm pretending that
I haven't moved on.
I need you to know that
My trust in you is broken.
And so even though
I can't beleive my courage.
I'm being honest with you.
This is my first reversible poem. Normality sees it one way, but hidden behind that is what I truly think.
Charlie Hazels Jun 2014
I set my boundaries
But your angel fire burned them.
I set my sat nav to you and you to I
But I was flying blind.
I wanted to love and cherish you
But as the eldest I take responsibility.
I looked at you and thought I knew all
But all I saw was beautiful heaven eyes.
I lay awake and thought of you always
But I only knew you until midnight.
I thought I just liked you
But you are my class a drug.
I tried not to love you
But you stirred my mortal engines.
I know you seem the only one now
But you can only be the first of your bloodline.
I take tea with you and feel so grand
But you sit on the silver chair.
I love one who I can't trust
But that is the fault in our stars.
I thought you a simple book
But you are quantum physics for dummies.
I could never run through fire
But I would by royal command.
I hoped for a first love that was perfect
But this is beautiful chaos.
The italics are all books that I currently have strewn across the floor- what fitting titles they have.
Charlie Hazels Jun 2014
I'm still waiting for you to kiss me
With those crimson lips so smooth.
And I'm still waiting for us to be alone
When the pain in your bright eyes can be soothed.

I'm still waiting for you to get help
For the carmine rivers that you trace.
And I'm still waiting for a reason why
You broke the promise you put in place.

I'm still waiting for my head to stop spinning
The rose hairclip means I see you down the hall.
And I'm still waiting to tell when my stomach flips
If it's good or not at all.

I'm still waiting for my logic to return
But love gives an alazarin tint to every drama.
And I'm still waiting for a chance to talk to you
But I seem to have bad karma.

I'm still waiting for that hug you owe me
My ruby hair shoelace flopping in my eyes
And I'm still waiting to be the tall one of the pair
As I try to move on, part of me dies.

I'm still waiting for that movie date we planned
And the ketchup coloured earring you wear in the left ear
And I'm still waiting to dance and twirl you round
In my arms I could hold you near.

I'm still waiting for when you blush
Vermillion as insults are thrown across the street
And I'm still waiting for the chance to set that right
Remmembering you defending me in the stifling heat.

I'm still waiting for the time to tell you
How much you're in my thoughts
And I'm still waiting for your birthday so I can gift
The cadmium sketchbook that I bought

I'm still waiting for the coral pain to stop in my heart
It's there for you, of that I have no doubt
And I'm still waiting for the laughter to return
To my life when we sort this out

I'm still waiting for the trip to the coast
The bergundy viking boat alight
And I'm still waiting for what will never be
But then again, it might.
Charlie Hazels Jun 2014
I wrote to
You a poem.
It was long
But it explained
Everything to you.
It told you
That I loved
You but I
Was happy to
Be friends.
It told you
I was sorry
But now I
Don't blame myself.
I love you
So much that
It hurts. But
That thing can't
Happen again. I
Hope we're still
Cool to hang
Around at the
Weekend. Just not
There. It would
Be nice to
Know if you
Loved me back
But your smile
And the way
You make me
Laugh so much
Is enough for
Me. I only
Hope you don't
Break my heart
Before it's fully
Developed. I guess
That I would
Know the answers
To my thoughts
If I had
Given you the
Poem to read.
But I didn't
Because there were
So many others
There. Perhaps I
Will call you
Instead because it
Seems thoughtless to
Text you news
Like what I
Need to say.
Charlie Hazels Jun 2014
I wrote to
You a poem.
It was long
But it explained
Everything to you.
It told you
That I loved
You but I
Was happy to
Be friends.
It told you
I was sorry
But now I
Don't blame myself.
I love you
So much that
It hurts. But
That thing can't
Happen again. I
Hope we're still
Cool to hang
Around at the
Weekend. Just not
There. It would
Be nice to
Know if you
Loved me back
But your smile
And the way
You make me
Laugh so much
Is enough for
Me. I only
Hope you don't
Break my heart
Before it's fully
Developed. I guess
That I would
Know the answers
To my thoughts
If I had
Given you the
Poem to read.
But I didn't
Because there were
So many others
There. Perhaps I
Will call you
Instead because it
Seems thoughtless to
Text you news
Like what I
Need to say.
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