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188 · 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.
187 · 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.
186 · Jun 2016
Empty bottle nights
Chameleon Jun 2016
Nights like these make me wish the two of us were laying in my bed,
laughing about something that happened many years ago.

I still wish I could call you, and feel better for awhile.

I don't know anymore, if this pit in my chest will ever be completely filled in again.
186 · Jul 2018
4th
Chameleon Jul 2018
4th
The sun is beginning to rise outside and I'm thinking of you.
185 · Dec 2018
The fear
Chameleon Dec 2018
The fear that he will leave me just as easily as the last is excruciating.

This is just more weight added to my emotional baggage that I didn't want to carry.
183 · Aug 2019
The last day
Chameleon Aug 2019
I began to take his clothes off the hangers
and pack my stuff into boxes.
Our relationship is over, it feels more
official now that we won’t be living
together anymore.
I tried to continue to stay busy
but I just couldn’t so I sat on the floor
and spent some time crying
over the last year of my life
and how much I was going to miss him.

I fell asleep on the carpet beside my bed;
I need a break from packing.
183 · 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.
183 · Jul 2019
Break
Chameleon Jul 2019
Sometimes it’s best to go out to the car,
put the seat back and put my feet up
on the dashboard and just stare at the roof
while listening to a podcast.
Because it’s quiet, I’m alone and it’s mine.
183 · 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.
181 · 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.
181 · 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.
181 · Dec 2021
Untitled
Chameleon Dec 2021
You make me sick.
The way you treat me like trash
unless you want money or *****
or for me to stroke your ego.
You are not the prize, you have nothing to offer me.
I am the gold at the end of the rainbow,
I am the reason the sun shines.
I have friends everywhere and people who give a **** about me.
What about you?
Who other than me even wants to see your face.
You so easily forget who’s there for you.
*******
180 · 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.
180 · Jun 2023
That old feeling
Chameleon Jun 2023
The worst part about being lonely
isn’t the pit in my stomach,
or the way I can disassociate for hours.
It’s the fact that I know he is the only
cure.
And I could probably pick
up my phone right now
and call him,
ask him to save me from this feeling
and he probably would.
But just for tonight.
Tomorrow I will be lonely again.
179 · 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.
178 · Feb 2016
Things I'll never say
Chameleon Feb 2016
I wish you there for me,
like you are for your friends.
177 · 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.
176 · 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.
176 · 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.
175 · 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.
174 · 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
174 · 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.
173 · 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.
172 · 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.
171 · 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.
171 · 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.
171 · 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.
171 · Jun 18
Sick
Chameleon Jun 18
Being alive is
making me
nauseous
170 · 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.
169 · 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?
169 · 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.
167 · 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?
167 · Apr 2019
Sad spell
Chameleon Apr 2019
My brain is so tricky
sometimes I feel like I don’t know her.
I was fine all day just resting after an all nighter,
until my boyfriend came home from work and wanted to lay down in bed.
I squeezed in beside him and suddenly couldn’t stop the tears that were soaking my pillow.
I sniffled quietly, not wanting him to know that I was randomly overcome with sadness,
and asked if he’d put his arm around me.
It wasn’t him or anyone or anything,
it’s just how depression is sometimes.
167 · 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.
166 · Jun 2019
Draft #2
Chameleon Jun 2019
He said he couldn’t wait to
get home to me.
166 · 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.
165 · 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.
164 · 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.
164 · 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.
164 · 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.
163 · 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.
163 · Feb 2019
PEACH
Chameleon Feb 2019
Perfect
Example of
A
Cute
Human.

He is my peach.
162 · 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.
161 · 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.
160 · 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.
159 · 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.
159 · 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.
158 · 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.
158 · May 2
Volcano
Chameleon May 2
I could feel the
volcano bubbling,
waiting to erupt.
I tried to throw
cold water on it,
even a fire extinguisher
but it did nothing.
The lava came exploding out
covering every thing
in its path.
But mostly, him.
156 · 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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