Chelsea Rae

Aug 2017

blue mercury

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i hate endings.
i'm not a lover of beginnings either,
but the story
the stuff in between?
it grabs me so hard, and shakes me by the
shoulders sometimes.

i'm thankful for our in between.
even if the ending is tearing me
to shreds.
even if the clumsiness of our beginning still
runs miles through my head

scene/after/scene/after/poem/after-
(YOU CAN RIP MY HEART OUT, I STILL LOVE YOU)

*i'll be that girl who always waits for the sequel- no matter how long it takes for it to come. i promised you always, i promised you...

i can't stop crying, i can't stop these bullets, i can't stop apologizing

#imissyou #him #cry #pain #stories #breakups #mess #sorry #broken

Chelsea Rae Aug 2017

No title

And the clouds looked like pink tinted ash on top of a blue fading sky.

The stars slowly showing one by one
Like slowly opening eyes.

Waiting because there is no company
Like the moon,
Listening and never questioning why.

They spoke with silence
And in the night, time just passed them by.

When I'm upset I go outside.

Chelsea Rae Aug 2017

The Way I Am

"Generally, people aren't good or pure hearted," he said.

And everytime I hear those words fall out of someone's mouth I can feel the sudden twitch in my heart strings.

The twinge of twisted up emotions residing in each solid beat in my chest,

Denying every ******* letter in that one sentence.

I can't, I won't,
I refuse to feel that way. . .

I don't know how to stop loving humanity.

Humans always have a purpose.

#love

Chelsea Rae Jul 2017

Collection

I just want to be the weird, quirky rock
You just can't walk away from,
So you pick me up and put me in your pocket.

And when you get home you place me somewhere special and keep me even though you aren't sure why

Chelsea Rae Jul 2017

Goodbye

Setting our bridge on fire was hard
But as the fire burned
It lit up the dark that you had me surrounded in.

I saw that your bridge wasn't the only way.

We just can't be friends anymore.

Chelsea Rae Jul 2017

Open Book

I have ink on endless pages
Waiting to be read.
They scream and stretch across the paper,
Peeking out of the edges to find a reader.

I am an open book
Begging to be understood,
Turning library shelves black with ink dripping of despair,
Leaking in a shout that says,
"See me,"
Desperate to be known.

And if all you can manage is to rip
Off a page and fold it in your pocket
For another day then at least I can say I had a chance, even as little as it was,
To maybe stir something inside you.

I have no secrets. Wish someone cared to ask.

#open

Chelsea Rae Jul 2017

Burnt Out

I picture pieces peeling
White and withered
Flying,
Like wood ash from fire,
I am tiring.
A soft powder trailing
From whomever I used to be.

#exhausted