"chapsticks" poems
A fainting pink, the color I have to resist
To stare at as we pass by the textured walls of our hallways
There isn't much he knows about her,
Except for the bottles of strawberry flavored wax
She takes and uses up within months
I dream of what it tastes like.
Not the strawberry scent she lingers on every one of his clothes
But the lips she has to polish every single hour,
Applying and reapplying
Again and again
On my bed, I hold that scent close,
That stain of wax that missed her skin,
Landing mistakenly on my shirt
If I rub it off on my cheek,
My neck,
My lips
Would it be the same?
The same type of love she gives to him,
On πππ πππ
,
To πππ πππππππ,
In πππ ππππ...
The room that stands next to mine.
I cant help myself.
That artificial sweetness on her skin teases the strings I spun just for her in my heart
When I weave my way to her through the harsh rivers of doubt to get a whiff of what could've been
A future without scented walls to separate us
But hearing her through those thin plaster barricades,
My waxy layers melt off,
As the canister holding my strawberry sacrifice calls from the basin
Of discarded chapsticks that once gave her so much joy
Give me the satisfaction
Of knowing that you're recycling this affection
For what?!
Why don't you enlighten me with capped closure
Instead of covering up essential oils with his favorite perfume
Because even when you force yourself to pucker up into unscented soberness,
You know you can't stand the blank space
Between this balm and your lips
So I'll ask of you tonight, my one and only, to please
Hold me tight,
Lead me on,
And promise to love ππ...
Through your chapstick kisses to him.
Sep 3, 2024
Sep 3, 2024 at 6:58 PM UTC
i think my black coffee self
has started to rot away
and i've become coffee with cream
a little softer with less sharp edges
a little smoother to touch
warm like summer air
the war zone inside my head
has made itself childproof
and i've furnished the place
with pillows and chapsticks
i want you to be comfortable with me
because i am most certainly not
(a.m.c.)
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
You are the epitome of soothing ointments of hurt and blistered anguish in the form of heart tins and pink pocket chapsticks.
You alleviate sudden jolts of pain when my teeth catch onto parts of my dry, chapped lips and I know I can rub your baring being onto my lips when they tremble and shiver.
I believe with every ounce of my being that you'll peel the awful off my skin and if that is not called trust, I don't know what is.
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC
1. Your attitude towards pop culture. Just because I happen to enjoy things like pop music and those stupid little round chapsticks doesn't mean I deserve to be belittled by you.
2. Your inability to move on. Okay, so she didn't like you back. Alright, that really ***** I understand. It's not the end of the world, either, and shouldn't have hurt you quite nearly this much for this long.
3. You make everything about you. Maybe if you spent as much time trying to know me as you did talking about yourself we wouldn't be where we are.
4. You will lie to get what you want. Yeah, you ****** up. You brought up the major "L" word incredibly too soon. It's fine. You were drunk, and I got my space. But as soon as you edged near the concept again and I caught you, you immediately back-tracked and tried to make me think you were still what I wanted.
5. Your classic manipulative tendencies. I understand self-hate. I really do. But it's not okay to use your own self-hate as a tool to make me feel guilty.
6. You're immature. Sure, I don't claim to be absolutely perfect. I'm an eighteen year old girl, I have a long way to go. But after not talking to me for three days, isn't it a bit young of you to delete me off of every single social networking you can think of off the top of your head? I understand a clean break, but you didn't even try to talk to me first and measure my feelings.
7. You're passive-aggressive. It's really cute how you would write negative and mean things about me where you know I would be able to see them. Really cute.
8. You didn't want to know me. I opened up to you. I truly did. I expressed many things to you that took a lot of time and work to be able to express to my therapist, a person who I literally pay to talk to about my problems. But, unfortunately, anything that didn't fit in the schema you shoved me into, you promptly forgot.
9. You never listened to me. I told you exactly what I wanted. Exactly what I was looking for. You told me you could do this, but as soon as you wanted something else, you fought tooth and nail for that instead, completely disregarding any feelings I may have had about it.
10. You're probably going to read this. Leave me alone. I pushed you away because of the reasons above, not because I'm pushing everyone away. Feeling lonely and writing about it doesn't mean I don't have close friends that I talk to and love very much. Which I suppose you'd know, if you bothered to know me.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 8:12 PM UTC