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 Dec 2013 Cheyenne Najee
Amelia
I am the reason you know how to spell loneliest.
You are the reason I ache.

This black ceiling I spent hours painting is getting
closer to me.

Is it cold there?
Do you miss me like I miss you?

The harder you hit the water
the further you sink.
 Nov 2013 Cheyenne Najee
Amelia
Dusk
 Nov 2013 Cheyenne Najee
Amelia
I am a child of the sun
and it is night.
 Nov 2013 Cheyenne Najee
Amelia
dull
 Nov 2013 Cheyenne Najee
Amelia
the air reeks of burnt hair and patchouli
and i am remembering your voice
and i am thinking of the days
when i would open up my skin
to see if there was anything left inside.
and i am drowning,
drowning on my duvet,
fearing that i will resurface.
tw
 Nov 2013 Cheyenne Najee
Amelia
scum
 Nov 2013 Cheyenne Najee
Amelia
Did it make you feel good
to give a girl twelve years your junior
enough ******
to **** her?

Does it get you hard
when you see her
fall back,
susceptible to you?

Did it make you feel like a man
to make her blood
almost as toxic
as you?

How do you fall asleep at night?
TW: Drug use.
 Nov 2013 Cheyenne Najee
Amelia
i'm just so tired
of fingers in my mouth and being ****** on the floor.

i'm a very bored
of being reborn with each pill and christened with a shot of *****.

what happened to my dreams.
TW: Drug use, alcohol, ***.
 Nov 2013 Cheyenne Najee
Amelia
i love older boys who teach me how to blow
smoke rings in the parking lot
of strip malls.

i love pink clothes and skirts
that hide the lines of my lace
underthings.

i love getting in a car
with someone many inches taller than me
who won't tell me where we're going.

i love cigarettes
and lighters
and their not-so-secret love affair.

i love looking down into the sky
and waiting for gravity to end
so i can fall.

i love playing mind games
with people who are "in love" with me
as sick as it may be.

i love taking teensy pills
that make me feel
tall, tall, tall.

i love being scared
that the manager will find out
that i stole a hundred dollar necklace.

i love all of these things.
but not me.
TW: Drug references.
 Oct 2013 Cheyenne Najee
Jordyn
It used to be delusion
It used to be confusion
That consumed my mind

It used to be razors and knives
It used to  be thoughts of my past lives
That devoured all of my time

It used to be anxiety and depression
It used to be lack of another mental impression
That made happiness so hard to find

But now it's music instead of voices
And now it's love and my own choices
That make make this happy world, mine
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