No matter how far you've run
Doesn't even matter what you drink
Or just get ******
It will just come back to the way it were
Keep on dodging
Escape like the wind blows
But comes back as fast as the river flows
Run to the infinite puzzle if answers are not found
It's a maze that keeps us running in circles
Solutions are as taught as crystal rock
Still you know the answers are there
We just have to stop evading
And face it with courage.

What makes you think,
I can mend my broken,
self,
when Humpty Dumpty,
couldn't do it with all that help?

Cherie Nolan © 2016

Most people were conditioned
To think in a certain way.
Some cope with it with submission
Others with rebellion.

All the same
In the end.


-- Eleanor

i find myself
daydreaming about what my world would look like
if you were here with me.

i would've braved that rollercoater
at last summer's fair
because i knew i had the handle bars
and you
to hold onto.

i would've auditioned for that role
in the school play
because i knew that you'd be there
to cheer me on
even if my voice cracks.

i would've done so many things
knowing i'd have you
to be there while i face life.

Heartbreak is not beautiful. It isn’t poetry or a song. It doesn’t say to stay up all night to listen to sad songs. It’s breaking down the middle of a busy street. It’s seeing his face in all the passerby’s. Its feeling okay for weeks and suddenly you hear his voice and then you’re choking on memories of his presence. It’s waking from dreams of him coming back and screaming in the middle of night because your heart aches like a dagger has been put in there. It’s crying so hard after laughing while you're watching a funny scene because all of a sudden you realize he isn’t coming back. Please stop, romanticizing over pain and using people as objects. A heart isn’t a cigarette that you can just light up and then stomp on it when you’re done. Don’t act like heartbreak is beautiful or even wonderful, because I even won’t wish that upon my worst enemies.