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Chesca R Aug 2015
Would things had been different if you knew

How much I thought

And dreamt of you.


Would things had been different if I had said-

Our memories unfold;

They're on replay in my head.


Would things had been different if I confessed

That all my writings were made for you

Through hurt, through moments, through poeticness.


Maybe if I had, things would have been different-

Maybe it would no longer be you and she.

Maybe instead it would have been

You and me.
idek. old feelings. old thoughts. old me.
Chesca R Jul 2015
I didn’t want to mislead myself.
   Every boy that I have loved
   Thought it was okay to just
   Pick me up,
   Play with me,
And return me back on the shelf.


I no longer want to be their toy.
I tried to save myself from getting hurt
By another boy.
Chesca R Jul 2015
Distance wasn't across the room.
It was something
More than a mile.
Comparable to gaps
Of broken friendships,
Silences
Of ex lovers,
An almost
Kiss.
Sitting next to you.
And being universes apart.

Distance.
It was You and **I.
*attempts to rhyme but fails tremendously*
Chesca R Feb 2015
just as the dates
flew by
we came down to our last
goodbye
haven't posted in ages???
Chesca R Jan 2015
I am not crying.
But it is raining outside.
And I thought maybe this is heaven's way of saving me from tears.
My sadness came in droplets sliding slowly off a glass window.
But I am sure as hell glad it did not hail down on me like a storm.
Chesca R Nov 2014
When did it-? Where did it-? How did it-?
I do not know (why the feeling came.)
All I know is that since then,
I have not been the same.

Rosy cheeks and bad hair cuts--
We were little kids; so young.
I did not think my feelings for you
Would last infinities long.

Your hands that held me with lies--
A fantasy fairy tale; all fake.
I did not think it would end like this.
Our "love" my biggest mistake.
I tried practicing my rhyme-y poems. Sorry if this was bad :(
I wrote this when I was bored in Math class.
Chesca R Nov 2014
They slashed me up without bleeding me.
They hit me hard without a single touch.

Thoughts.

Don't they know what they're doing?
Don't they know that my mind is a place to ponder--
To think, not over-think?

I tried to run away, I tried to escape;
Only ending up back where I began to run,
Because they were my escape.

How amazing.
How unfair.
How thoughtless my thoughts tend to be.
me right now :(
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