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May 2013 · 1.8k
Fault
Cheyanne Miller May 2013
I am to blame,
For your shattered, broken heart.
The way I ****** with you,
Must have been an art.

I'm not boasting or bragging,
Though I am quite proud,
That through all of this,
I've not been around.

So disturbed,
So vile,
So disgusting,
And wrong.
But I lured you right in,
With ******* and a thong.

Maybe I don't have feelings,
That I'm imagining all of this.
Maybe I'm already dead,
And this is the hell I am bound in.

If only I could fix,
A broken heart,
With a warm mouth.
I'd be living without all the fault,
All the doubt.
May 2013 · 637
A Thousand Years
Cheyanne Miller May 2013
A thousand years
That's how long
You said you would wait
And you said we would have together

What happened to that thousand years?
Did your promise turn out to be
The empty words of an
Angst ridden teenager?

Was she just that much better than I?
Did she give you something that I
Never did or never could?
Is that why you picked her?

What did I do
That was oh so wrong
That it led you to leaving me
High and dry with no one to save me?

That thousand years
Turned out to be nothing
But a single fleeting moment
A memory lost to the annals of time

When that song
"A Thousand Years" came on at prom
That wall I had built around your memories
Came crashing down around me

And I realized
That a thousand years
Is what it would take
To be able to get over you
May 2013 · 856
A Typical Teenager
Cheyanne Miller May 2013
To be a teenager in a world like this is not as easy as some may think.
Nothing comes easy; life passes you by just as fast as you can blink.
Stepping into high school, is like stepping into another world
There’s peer pressure, ***, violence, and too many fights to imagine.
People, who you thought were your friends, are the ones you mainly end up fighting.

To be a teenager in a world like this who the people here, just isn’t fair.
They will seem cool face to face, but when things go wrong, they act as if they don’t care.
They will judge you whether you’re doing something good or doing something wrong.
Talk about you, or even laugh in your face as if you’re some dumb song.
You got to be careful who you call your “friend”

To be a teenager in a world like this is nothing new.
Just because I have never done drugs, doesn’t mean I’m not cool.
I barely get into it with people around me.
But, just because I’m not a fighter doesn’t make me weak.
Mama always told me to think before I speak.

To be a teenager in a world like this is what I never thought I’d be like.
Me focusing hard in class, and making good grades is not as easy as riding a bike.
Some, who’ve seen me, may think I’m quiet.
But, that doesn’t mean I don’t speak up for what’s right.
I’m just a regular teenage girl who’s just trying to make it out high school alright.
May 2013 · 1.9k
drunk
Cheyanne Miller May 2013
Drunk

You text me
When you're drunk
At the bar
Looking for a ride home.

And I reply
Because you're drunk
And texting me
And I know what that means.

So I get on my shoes
And get in my car
And pick you up
Because you're drunk.

I take you to your late-night fast food
And back to your house
And I go inside
Because you're drunk.

I like you
When you're drunk

You smile
And laugh
And kiss me
When you're drunk.

You pull my hair
And hold me close
And love me
When you're drunk.

I get to stay the night
And hear you talk about the future
And I'm happy
When you're drunk.

I love you
But I have a hard time
Liking you
Except when you're drunk.

And maybe it will **** me
Spending my life
Waiting for a man
Who's only around at night

But I can't leave
Because somewhere inside of you
Is a man that I love
Except that he's drunk.
May 2013 · 579
Just A Normal Girl
Cheyanne Miller May 2013
I’d like to think myself as normal,
Just an ordinary girl.
But I’m not into butterflies,
I don’t do ballet twirls.

I hate wearing make-up,
No eye shadow or blush.
I don’t have time in a morning,
As I’m always in a rush.

I don’t wear fancy underwear,
Especially not a thong.
For all the girls who do out there,
I think it’s kind of wrong.

I don’t spend hours on the phone,
Just simply chatting away.
I only need to take five minutes,
On my hair every day.

My room is not spotless,
My room is not a tip.
I don’t put powder on my nose,
I don’t give teachers lip.

I don’t go after every boy,
That I come across.
I don’t think I’m better than everyone,
Don’t think that I’m the boss.

I don’t walk with my *******,
Held high up in the air.
I don’t try to shake my bottom,
Or twirl and flick my hair.

I just want to get through,
These taunting years of school.
I don’t care what you think of me,
I don’t care if I’m not ‘cool’.

And I do have a good time,
A laugh with all my friends.
I balance it with learning,
This is my beginning, not my end.
May 2013 · 1.0k
Three lies
Cheyanne Miller May 2013
I can live with out you.
I don't need you to stay whole.
I'm fine on my own.
This is all a lie.
I need you to breath.
You are my everything.
Don't leave me.
Don't ever change.
I love you with everything I have.
Just please don't hurt me.
I need you.

— The End —