Chameleon

Chameleon Dec 2019

It’s like Christmas morning every time
he smiles at me.
Opening presents when he holds my hand.
Festive music plays when he laughs
at my jokes.
Mistletoe hangs wherever he kisses me.
And Santa is real when he calls me
his girlfriend.

Christmas comes just once a year,
but for me it’s every day I’m with him.

Chameleon Dec 2019

Leave

My soul knows you’ll be leaving soon.
Off to the land of palm trees and a salty ocean.
Opportunity.
It’s the only thing left to do.
The other half of my heart that made
it so wonderfully full.
I think that’s why there’s an eternal
sadness stuck inside me.

Chameleon Dec 2019

Anything

It’s all worth it
even if lately it hasn’t been easy;
when he reaches for my hand and says,
“Thank you for helping me peach.”
Although he doesn’t need to thank me.
I would do anything for him.

Chameleon Nov 2019

Untitled

The monsters from my nightmares
come out during the day.
When I’m wide awake and suddenly
I’m reliving the day I realized
what was going on.
Then the monsters are
attacking me and I’m crying
in pain just like the first time.

I swear I have PTSD from the emotional trauma I went through

Chameleon Nov 2019

Fake red hair

The devil has fake red hair
because she’s too scared to accept
the beauty of time.
The devil puts off a perfect exterior,
a seemingly perfect person.
Until she ***** the love of your life
and then pretends to be your friend
the next day.
The devil is a coward who will
never say sorry.

Chameleon Nov 2019

Cold hands

A snowy sunrise reminds me of
holding his hand in the car.
An act I find as intimate as seeing someone naked.
Two people keeping one hand busy
holding onto each other.

Chameleon Nov 2019

A sentence

“I wish I could put you in my pocket.”

And I wish I could fit.