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170 · Aug 2019
I cry too much
Chameleon Aug 2019
I just did my mascara so now is not
the time for big, heavy tears to form.
But as an empath it’s hard not to
while singing a sad song
or reading a poem that describes
how you feel, perfectly.
As a heart broken empath everything
makes me cry,
including my favorite podcast
which isn’t even sad;
it just provides so much needed comfort.
169 · Oct 2015
imagination
Chameleon Oct 2015
I remember being a kid,
finding imagination everywhere.
Pretending I was the main character from
my favorite fiction novels.
Magic, and fairies and oddly named creatures.
Snow created beauty and joy.
Every day held Christmas wonder.
The woods kept secrets and mystery.
I spent half my childhood
with my nose in a book,
having adventures that no one else
knew about.
I miss that escape I had as a kid.
I never knew how important it was.

Never let go of imagination.
It keeps you young.
And happy.
Very happy.
169 · Jul 2018
4th
Chameleon Jul 2018
4th
The sun is beginning to rise outside and I'm thinking of you.
168 · Jun 2019
Debbie downer
Chameleon Jun 2019
I’m all down in the dumps again,
I can’t escape the grey cloud that chases you down the sidewalk when you’re just trying to enjoy an ice cream cone.
So I switched to Zoloft.
All the money is gone, so is the fun.
My boyfriend is restless for a bigger city, I’m assuming he will dump me.
I still leave behind hairs everywhere I go, I don’t even have to pull them out.  
And my future is still on the same path to nowhere.
The same ****, again.
But it’s day one of this new prescription so,
who knows.
168 · Jul 2023
Friday
Chameleon Jul 2023
Do you ever just feel when you’re
about to make a mistake?
I’m staring at my food beside the beer
the cute bartender served me
and I’d rather just hit my vape.
Beer #1 went down way too easy.
It’s a summer time Friday night
and none of my friends responded to
my text.
That’s cool.
So I hit up my ex.
We hangout and **** every once in awhile.
He said he’d be here in 45 minutes
So who knows what number I’ll be on then.
I feel like the people I want to like me most
hate me and I don’t know why.
Maybe that’s just how I feel though.
Or maybe it’s true and I’m a *******.
I am 28 & single in an area where that’s
really abnormal for someone my age.
I should have 2 kids & 2 marriages by now
but no one’s ever liked me enough to
get there.
Oh well.
166 · Sep 2019
Peach
Chameleon Sep 2019
You don’t have to step on me,
I’m the peach that you spent time
admiring.
The one you plucked from the branch
and held onto lovingly
until you saw I began to rot.
Everything has flaws.
But not you; so instead of taking great care
you tossed me on
the ground and stomped away.
164 · Feb 2016
When will it be
Chameleon Feb 2016
I hate this sick to my stomach
feeling that I carry with me everywhere now.
I was just saying,
what scares me most is not knowing where to go if I lose this job.
I've been really regretting
failing out of school,
because my future is completely
unpredictable.
I know it's not official,
but I feel it's inevitable.
I have never worked so hard,
wanted so hard,
to keep a job.
And to think that all of this was for nothing,
is almost too depressing to breathe.
Why is it never me?
Why do I fail at everything I attempt?
When will it be me?
164 · Jun 2019
Not a poem
Chameleon Jun 2019
I felt a warm breeze on my back, maybe a perfect 75 degrees. The sky was a little cloudy but I could still see the stars. I was sitting on a broken bench smoking a cigarette, watching the fireworks that someone was setting off a block away. Fireflies danced just above the grass and it was quiet, only the faint sound of light traffic in town. And I was alone. But I was happy to be. Normally I wouldn’t sit outside in the dark by myself because I don’t want to become a true crime story but it was so nice out. Then the fireworks stopped and I finished the cigarette so I slowly made my way back to the door of my apartment building and went inside.
164 · Mar 2023
Just barely
Chameleon Mar 2023
I’ll barely eat,
and cry in my car before work.
Meanwhile I’ll trick everyone into
thinking I’m no longer
sifting through the wreckage
of us.
162 · Nov 2018
Garbage
Chameleon Nov 2018
My dad came over yesterday to fix my garbage disposal.
I think he could tell by the lack of smiling and my tone of voice that I was upset.
So he asked, "how have you been? How are things with that guy you were hanging out with?"
I replied, "there's nothing left to say about that, but I'm pretty bummed out."
He told me he's sorry and if I want to talk that he's around.
I just said thanks and hugged him.
I don't want to talk about it anymore. I have talked about it so much that even I'm sick of it.
I hate that I even mentioned him to my parents, I waited 6 months before I ever did and that was a mistake but I used to think he was worth bringing up.
Oh how wrong I was.
161 · Dec 2023
We’re both alone
Chameleon Dec 2023
It was easier before I realized
you are human too.
I just feel, emptier now.
I’m sorry I couldn’t be
the person you needed.
161 · Feb 2021
A perfect night
Chameleon Feb 2021
The window sat propped open
just a bit.
A few rain drops would drip in
and pop as old songs she didn’t know played
out of the speakers on her desk.
A candle and a lamp gave the room a pink hue.
Just her legs were under the sheets as she sat
reading in bed wearing thin cotton shorts
and a big t shirt she got from her dad.
It was her day off.
A pretty perfect one at that.
161 · May 2020
An every day thing
Chameleon May 2020
I thought I was gonna make
it through just one day without crying.
But the tears managed to squeeze out
of the corner of my eyes as I tried to
fall asleep.
Sliding down my cheek and soaking
into my pillow,
leaving a black smudge from leftover
mascara.
I still love him.
I’m afraid I always will.
160 · Jun 2019
Draft #2
Chameleon Jun 2019
He said he couldn’t wait to
get home to me.
160 · May 2019
Funny
Chameleon May 2019
There are many reasons why I love him,
but the reason I couldn’t stop thinking about him for a week after we met was because he could really make me laugh.

I realized it the first time when we were sitting at a Waffle House at 2 in the morning and we were talking like two old friends and my cheeks hurt from smiling so much.
I knew I wanted to keep feeling like that.

Lucky for me, he did too.
159 · Jul 2018
First
Chameleon Jul 2018
I think I might do it tomorrow.
Not tonight because it's too late and I want to get some sleep.
I might tell him I developed a crush on someone else and that it's left me confused, and I don't know what I want.
But I want to be alone this week.
I want him to go stay somewhere else so I can have the house to myself to figure it out, figure myself out a bit.
But I'm scared.
Of how it will make him feel, and of how he might react.
But I have not cheated. I haven't.
I just feel something for someone else that I should only feel for him.
And I can't go on pretending anymore.
It makes me sick to my stomach and depressed and so utterly confused.
Maybe I'll chicken out by the time I wake up, but I hope not.
I don't want this to go on any longer.
I can't take it anymore, I want to be honest, I want to put myself first.
159 · Jul 2024
Solitude
Chameleon Jul 2024
I’m just laying in my bed,
waiting to go see my
boyfriend.

I don’t want to talk
Not today.
Sometimes I don’t like
having a cellphone.
I don’t want to able
to be reached at any point.
Just let me be
157 · Feb 2019
PEACH
Chameleon Feb 2019
Perfect
Example of
A
Cute
Human.

He is my peach.
156 · Aug 2019
Wake up
Chameleon Aug 2019
My brain likes to forget that
we aren’t together anymore.
So every day when I first open
my eyes I am harshly brought back
to the truth that I may never
get over you.
156 · Nov 2023
Angry
Chameleon Nov 2023
I thought screaming and
crying into your pillow ended after
you turn 16 but now I think that
helpless anger never goes away.
It’s like something is overflowing
out of your eyes, nose, mouth
and ears.
It feels like you could pick up a car and throw it
into a building,
listen as glass shatters all over the ground.
I am so angry.
I rolled a joint using my mom’s ****
because I have no money
and I feel a little better.
The red has turned into an orange/yellow.
But it’s still there.
I want to turn my phone off
and hide away in my tower.
No ladder, no landline no way to
reach me even though no one will try.
No one cares if I’m there or not.
They never have and never will.
156 · Jun 2021
A wish
Chameleon Jun 2021
I wished for you in the mountains.

In the fog that settled on top of the trees
and the sun that peaked through the rocks.
I wished for you when I watched the sunset
our last night in Virginia.
A broken porcelain doll,
a lost diamond off a ring,
I wished for a blue eyed boy who would
remind me of the mountains
whenever he looked at me.
155 · Aug 2018
Moon
Chameleon Aug 2018
Tonight the moon is just a sliver, I don't remember what that's called.
Everyone is either sleeping or working and going about their lives.
While I am horribly heart broken.
Just ship wrecked, stuck against the rocks getting beat by waves.

I told him that I thought I was lucky.
Lucky. I thought I had found that person for me that the movies have convinced me is out there.
The one.
But somehow, now, I am the most unlucky ******* earth.
The boy I want more then I've ever wanted anything doesn't want me.
Ever.

I thought I was falling into joy, and cozy sheets and love when really I was tumbling into a black hole.
I am so empty now I don't want to live.
Just the other day I was so excited for the future, with him.
I will always be alone.
Just like the moon.
Surrounded by stars but never gets to touch them, never getting to feel the heat that could make me happy.
155 · Apr 2023
Parking lots
Chameleon Apr 2023
I drove to an empty church parking lot
and cried in my car.
It was a moment of weakness,
of missing someone I loved not
too long ago.
It’s weird how beautiful days
make me sad,
I hate being alone when the sun
is shining.
I caved and I texted him that I
acknowledge he turns 29 in about 24 hrs.
I asked him if he had any plans,
He said the same old ****.
I replied, sounds about right.
And then my golden retriever boy
texted me saying he can’t wait to watch
hockey with me tomorrow.
So sweet and pure.
It made me stop missing that rain cloud
I loved so much.
Just because things are so different
doesn’t mean they’re so bad.
I have never been patient
but I am trying to be.
Good things come with time
at least that’s what they say.
154 · Jun 2019
Hair
Chameleon Jun 2019
Last night I watched a video about a girl who dealt with the same thing I do.
Trichotillomania (hair pulling)
But she was able to beat it.
Everything she said was 100% true, and it felt like someone gets it.
It’s something that no one cares about other than you.
People claim to not notice it, or pretend that they don’t.
They laugh when you tell them, because they think it’s a joke, that it can’t be real.
Significant others get sick of telling you to stop, and picking your hair off all of their clothes.
It’s embarrassing, shameful, and frustrating.
And I’ve done it for 8 years.
But this time, for real, I am going to beat it.
I only pulled out one hair all day, so far so good.
Just now I almost put my fingers in my hair but I didn’t.
I’m hoping with time it’ll get easier.
152 · Feb 11
Lonely
Chameleon Feb 11
I’ll go home
and build a fire,
put on the podcast
that feels like having friends
and go to sleep.
152 · Jul 2023
lonely
Chameleon Jul 2023
It’s a little weird
that sometimes,
well most times;
I find it hard to go out and do
stuff with people
because I know it will
leave me feeling
lonely.
There is that rush
of feeling connected
and cared for.
Music and laughing.
Only for it to fall
away fast
when you come home and
no one is there.
No one to hug when you
walk in the door.
No one to tell your day to.
It’s like, shutting off a light.
Turning off the radio
and being in silence.
That part has never gotten easier.
As an introvert
I need the quiet to recharge,
but as a human I need
someone there just to be
there.
152 · Apr 2024
Cricket
Chameleon Apr 2024
The sound of crickets
reminds me of him.
I wonder if I’ll ever be
able to step foot outside
just before dark,
when the sun is still
barely lighting
the sky,
without getting that
feeling.

It sounds like when
things were good.
We always did well
together when it was warm.
Maybe we would have
made it if it
could be
summer forever.
151 · Oct 2018
Light house
Chameleon Oct 2018
Some people are like lighthouses and those that are lost and drowning gravitate towards them.
Sometimes that light is enough to save them, wash them up on the rocks and climb out of the water.
But there are others that can't be rescued because they refuse to follow the path to safety and the light house has to learn to let go.
You can't help everyone without damaging yourself.
151 · Feb 15
Heart day
Chameleon Feb 15
Pink and red
and a mix of the two;
long stemmed
and cut
set neatly in the vase.
I already picked
two of the petals
that had fallen
and placed them in between
the pages of a book
to keep.
I got flowers for Valentines Day
for the first time
as an adult
and it feels really good.
150 · May 2024
Apple
Chameleon May 2024
They say,
she’s a good girl.
Girls like that don’t just
grow on trees
but once they’ve
taken enough bites
they leave.

I wish I was the shiniest
Apple on the highest branch,
soaking up all of the sunshine,
bright red and juicy
enough for one man
to finally pick
and take home
instead of leaving me
to rot on the ground
in the shade.
At least the worms like me.
150 · Aug 2018
Slow change
Chameleon Aug 2018
It's kind of funny how the human brain works.
You really should be careful what you wish for.
The last month has been emotionally exhausting and so long, but I feel like I'm about to make it to the finish line.
Just like the season is slowly changing, so am I.
I'm ready for colder weather;
to put away my tank tops and shorts and pull out the sweaters and boots.
Of course I'll miss summer when the wind hurts my face and I feel that kind of loneliness that only someone who is single on the holidays can understand.
But life goes and change is good and everything has a way of working itself out in the end.
149 · Dec 2023
Can’t sit still
Chameleon Dec 2023
I don’t understand how
I am supposed to sleep.
I can’t even sit still.
My skin is trying to jump
off my bones,
my muscles are sore
from being so tense all day.
I don’t want to sleep without you
for the rest of my life.
149 · Oct 2024
Speechless
Chameleon Oct 2024
I want him to say
something.
I want to say
something.
But I don’t and neither does he.
Even though it
eats at me I decide
it’s probably best
to just be quiet today.
To not send another message.
I get angry at him
when I put some of
my emotions on a platter
and he doesn’t reciprocate.
It makes me embarrassed
and ashamed to
let any feelings out.
I don’t know when I
started to be like that,
and I know it’s
not healthy
but I don’t know
how to fix it.
I worry all the time that
he’s going to grow tired
of my inability to
speak when it’s
most needed.
149 · Feb 2016
Happiness
Chameleon Feb 2016
I was only funny because
you were so easy to talk to.
I miss the way it sounded,
the both of us laughing our heads off.
148 · Sep 2019
Cold
Chameleon Sep 2019
This winter will be a lot
colder without you.
I’ll have to double up
on sweaters and
pull the covers up to my nose.
147 · Nov 2021
Untitled
Chameleon Nov 2021
I looked at his phone.
I know that’s wrong and an invasion
of privacy.
And you never find anything good
when you look at his phone.
He googled
“How to break up with someone who loves you.”
I already knew he was thinking it
before I looked.
I asked him if that’s what he wanted,
leaving out the part about how I really knew.
Just said, “I had a feeling.”
He never answered the question,
he just listed everything he hates about me.
How I need to change and for some reason
I agreed.
I don’t know why I can’t let him go,
because I know that the guy I’m supposed to be with someday, is out there. Somewhere.
He said I need to be okay with being alone because he will never marry me,
and he’s right.
I don’t want to be alone so I guess I take this **** instead of not speaking to anyone for days and going on bad dates.
But I think I’m getting closer to…
something.
147 · Mar 2023
Untitled
Chameleon Mar 2023
You were born one year and seven days before me.
And it took me 23 to find you.
All together I may have gotten 3 beside you.
It wasn’t enough,
but it also felt like a lifetime.
I felt destined to be with you,
like we were created in the stars.
How can a connection that felt cosmic
just be handled so poorly.
It’s like we got caught in a painting that
never got finished,
half of the canvas left empty.
147 · Feb 2024
She’s his now
Chameleon Feb 2024
All I can think about are
his hands on her.
His arms around someone else
in the dark.
Devoting his time and
attention to her,
telling her he’ll always be there
like he used to say to me.
They’ll come up with nicknames
for each other,
I wonder if he’ll use the one I gave him.

I was stupid to believe that he
would actually love me forever.

It only took him 2 months
to replace me.
147 · Mar 2023
Plea
Chameleon Mar 2023
When I think about you
it feels like a desperate plea.
My brain is screaming for you,
my heart is begging.
I miss you so bad.
This is the most pain I’ve ever felt,
a sense of abandonment that I don’t
think will ever be resolved.
146 · Mar 2023
Miss me
Chameleon Mar 2023
I guess I knew I’d be lucky to
see forever with you.
That the odds were not in my favor.
All I’ve ever wanted was to be enough
to keep you happy
even if sometimes it meant sacrificing my own.
I’d still walk 1,000 miles for you.
But now I’m sitting in my car
with a biscuit in my lap
and Noah strumming through
my radio.
Last night I had a dream you were there,
And you said you missed me.
I still need to know if you miss me.
146 · Jan 6
Indiana summer
Chameleon Jan 6
My childhood home
was lit by candles
in open window sills.
The warm summer breeze
blowing the scent of
wax around the room.
The sound of the
screen door smacking
shut,
and our footsteps
running off into the
evening.
Dusty books lined
shelves,
and a bowl of marbles,
where each one was
perfectly placed sat on
the cupboard.
Classic rock and
a mix of blues
floated out into the yard,
serenading the sunset.
We’d stay outside waiting
for the glow of fire flies;
catch one,
let it go.
Until it was time
to come in for supper,
grilled chicken
and cheesy potatoes.
Then fall asleep
in front of a box fan
squeaking under
the moonlight.
I’ve always slept better
in the silence of
the country.
145 · Oct 2018
A note to myself
Chameleon Oct 2018
(And anyone else who might need it)
Please be happy.
Please try as hard as you can to focus on the good and stop believing that mean girl in your head who lies to you.
You have come so far and done so well creating a new life and making yourself happy.
Your happiness shouldn't come from someone else.
Stop putting yourself down because of your job and because you're single with no kids at 23.
You're doing just fine.
The quick passing of time doesn't mean anything.
Life is long.
Please try to be nice and give yourself a break.
144 · Jun 2019
Find it
Chameleon Jun 2019
Somehow it’s so easy to lose track
of myself.
Don’t seem to notice until it’s too late
that it’s been awhile since I’ve been okay.
So I’ll search for new music,
go thrifting
and start a skin care routine.
Read a book and spend some time alone
and slowly I’ll start to feel like myself again.
143 · Aug 2018
Negative self talk
Chameleon Aug 2018
I feel like if I were anyone other than me,
he would like me enough that we would be a couple by now.
142 · Mar 11
That would be great
Chameleon Mar 11
I had an epiphany
just now…
What if I did nothing
and don’t feel bad
about it?
142 · Mar 27
Waves
Chameleon Mar 27
No matter what
That boy
from Minnesota says
about me,
I showed him the song
Waves ft Kacey Musgraves.
140 · Nov 2018
What I would say
Chameleon Nov 2018
I can try to convince myself that I'm just angry but really I just miss you.
140 · Aug 2021
Untitled
Chameleon Aug 2021
I finally have him,
the job,
first shift, and
college.
But it’s still not enough to
keep me smiling.
My brain is already trying to ruin it.
Getting upset over stupid things
like money, and time together.
Comments about other girls and
jokes about me.
Already stressing and moving too fast
in my classes and work.
I just need to slow down.
140 · Apr 2019
For peach
Chameleon Apr 2019
If you were a ladybug and I was a ladybug
we could hangout on a strawberry together.
❤️
140 · Mar 2022
Untitled
Chameleon Mar 2022
My mom pulled up in her green car
and brought me to my childhood bedroom. Exhaustion and disappointment
on her face as she
followed me up the stairs.
I barely slept but woke up to realize
what a huge mistake I made.
And then he came back and I still don’t know why.
I decided not to ask.
But a part of me wishes he hadn’t.
It’s too hard to look at him, too hard to smile, too hard to even continue building together when there’s too much rubble.
Everything is scorched and broken it’s impossible to know where to start.
I lost myself completely, the girl he loves died.
I feel like I’m in a body that isn’t mine.
Everyone chatting and being kind to me although I don’t deserve it.
I keep day dreaming of disappearing,
leaving in the night and driving until my car can’t go any farther.
I don’t want to show my face, it’s an embarrassment and a shame.
Everyone saying you can’t drink
or you’ll go off the handle again
being watched like a hawk.
I can’t take it.
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