Poems from CH

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Everyday must be its own
I’d like to shatter this distorted reflection of my past.   The warped image that strikes back at me blinds me repulses me.   This person...
It was never meant to be healthy; this this wasn’t about wellness.   I never cared about self-betterment; still don’t never will.   You...
I still long for us, time and time although I still have you near me, with me, by me.   It’s not enough when   I feel you slipping away,...
There are things I cannot control   Things   I cannot do for you (Even though I wish to, so so much)   Things beyond my, your, Our...
burning in the forefront of my eye brains drooping with exhaustion bumbling around in a hazy daze   sounds of twinkling melodies soft are...

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