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 May 2014 Chloe Cresse
Love
Eat
 May 2014 Chloe Cresse
Love
Eat
Is that the lowest moment?
When you don't dare to wear shorts because of the scars that cover your legs.
And then you're sitting there at the dinner table with your family,
And they keep on telling you to eat,
But all you mutter is "I'm not hungry",
When you actually are.
You're starving but your image is worth more than a meal.
You eat a few bites just to shut them up,
And then run to the bathroom to rid yourself of it,
To make sure you can fit into those jeans,
The ones that could stand you losing another 5 pounds.
You get used to the lies of:
"I'm not hungry"
"I ate before I came"
And "oh yeah I'm fine, just tired".
Is that your lowest point,
When the only food you're feeding yourself is lies?
It's my poison plain as day
Toxic eyes, mind corrosive with thoughts
X-ray vision, still so much unseen
A lead wall called emotion bypass radiation
A sirens voice angelic deception
Lead me to peril I've been there before
In search for my Golden Fleece
Jason and the Argonauts comfort me
A ship sailed aimless as the quest
For the hand that feeds has taken its toll
Still waters boil my blood
Waves in my veins to feel
This endless adventure
My life's ordeal
YOU
You are the reason
I know
why dreams come true
You are the reason
I know
that I was meant for you.
 May 2014 Chloe Cresse
Charlie
I'm all that's left to clean the pieces.
No safety, no net to catch me while I fall.
And I fall hard,
And I fall fast.

I was never your priority,
yet anything and everything for you
I would drop.
And I have,
And I will continue.

I hide the broken heart that I was dealt,
for fear it might break yours too.
And it hurts me.
And I suffer.

I'm all that's left to clean the pieces,
for this broken heart won't clean itself.
And it's gone,
this love is gone.
I, one day, wondered, whether I,
Was loved by she whom spent my time,
My money, patience, days and nights;
I wondered if her words were true.

So lost, and feeling loveless, I
Wondered long into the night,
With nothing left to warm my heart --
For my burning joy had smoked them all.

I decided that I was not loved;
From me she stole the very last
Inch of thought, and sleep, and cigarette
And not a thank you, from her lips, did pass.

I awoke to find myself alone,
Her presence preserved in mountainous ash;
And beside me where she used lay,
Was a house made out of cigarettes --
Graffiti'd with a note which read:
"A pack for every one you gave."
try not to fall in love too easily.
              love is just a sweet suicide.
          it will always end up with death.
     it might be because either of you died.
or it’s just one of you have their feelings dead.
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