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I felt strong and able to move forward,
but then I saw you
and you saw me.
then you kissed her.
and I felt my whole makeshift world
come tumbling back down.
I felt my legs weaken beneath me
and my heart crack and spill open.
my blood boiling in my ears,
the noise is so loud
I become deaf.
my hands become numb.
you kissed her.
YOU.
the one person I had given my everything to,
I had never thought I could become
so
vulnerable.
I am weak because
you broke me,
again.
It's back to the end,
I am frail because
I let you invade into my cerebrum
where you had once imprinted your soul.
I feel ashamed for
letting your eyes
trigger my sorrows.
I am nothing
because I had let you
hurt me;
I had let you
win my tears,
once
again.
I was born to be somebody.
I was born to excel.
I was born to enjoy all the things I do well.

I was born to be somebody.
I was born to be proud.
I was born to write poetry to be spoken at loud.

I was born to be somebody.
I was born to live life.
I was born to be a mother, and a friend, and a wife.

I was born to be somebody.
Who were you born to be?
I was born to be somebody; I was born to be me.
Maybe to you I'm nothing more than shades
Of black and white.
The dark and the light at war,
tearing apart a broken body
Until it's left to waste.
Shadows haunting an already ghost of a soul.
Your shutter always sticks so that
I come out in incomplete smudges.

I used to exist in color,
But maybe that's too far gone.
Those photos are all lost
Or melted by the sun.

Red lips and brown eyes --
Glossed over now, as black.
Peachy skin and soft freckles...
Look sickly white, a dotted grey.

Your pictures are framed in galleries,
And people ponder what they may mean...
But my old photographer, all of his pictures were only meant for me.
Just thinking about different people in my life and how I image they see me.
- - -
I miss the world of photography, I should get back in... maybe.
I'll pretend to love you
Keep you company for a while
I'll dump your *** on love sick's curb
When you've grown out of style
You come crawling back
On red palms and achy knees
Maybe I'm just unavailable
After the world I've seen
I'll keep you around for a while
'Till she catches on and finds out
I'll keep you around
'Till you've grown out of style
A lonely sky
With a lonely heart
A lovely heart is a lonely star
Within it all, we were born this way,
But only the bounded love
Is what make us...Human...
 Dec 2015 Chris Chronister
vic
Burnt
 Dec 2015 Chris Chronister
vic
Throwing water in your face;
      Making sure it smothers you out.
I’m dying to get out of here,
      But you just won’t let go.
Whatever flame that we had;
      Has been doused in water.
The match has burnt out.
      Just march away from the ashes.
Let us both find someone else
      To light a flame in our hearts.
Let that one burn as well;
      Until you have more ashes in your pile.
And maybe one day you’ll find;
      That everlasting fire in your soul.
But baby I’m out of gasoline;
      And I don’t have any other fuel.
Go find someone with infinite coal.
      Someone who will keep you warm in the snow.
I am just a caretaker passing through;
      And now that I’ve earned my pay;
I’m done with you.
 Dec 2015 Chris Chronister
winter
you dream of wings
and cruel deposed kings.

your eyes have left
having witnessed so much theft.

you may waste away
and so i beg you to stay

but you are lost
within a castle's frost

your thoughts have turned bitter
and your dreams now flitter

the light returns
but the coldness burns

and i ask you
to live
for me.
fly I was not that good. sorry.
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