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Chelsea Molin Nov 2013
Start with a clean slate; erase the past
Don’t try to wonder how a person’s mind can change so fast.
Forgive what they’ve done, but never forget
And don’t make them feel like they are in your debt.

Close your eyes and remember the time you had
The times you smiled and laughed—before it went bad.
Forgive, don’t forget, how much you hurt
When they left you alone in the dirt

Think how hard it was to close those wounds,
Sealed with the tears spilled by the boy who made you swoon.
Forgive, don’t forget, that when you looked at the stars
Was the time he drew the knife that created those scars

The ones you bury deep within your head
That grow more profound with every new tear you shed.
There are fresh scars now, even deeper than the first
I think knowing I was wrong is what hurts the worst

I forgave but cannot forget all the feelings that arise
When his arms are around me and I’m looking into his eyes
I cannot forget because he is all that’s on my mind
But he doesn’t think twice as he leaves me behind

To watch him go with such remorse
That he won’t let me share his course;
So, I’ll try to let him go, to let him live
And hope he realizes someday that he has nothing to forgive…
Only something to forget.
Chelsea Molin Nov 2013
I broke myself completely in half
Making a fool while you sat back and laughed
At all the things I said and did
Now the picture of your sweet face is contorted.
I thought I could help you,
Make you feel something other than numb
I thought I saw your potential,
How could I have been so dumb?
To let you pull me, string me along
While in the background all I hear are depressing love songs
That lay out exactly what you would do
To me and anyone else who tried to pull you through
The darkness in your heart
And the mean in your soul,
I need to learn that sometimes even I can’t reach my goal.
I gave you everything,
Gave you my all
While you pushed me and watched me fall
And knowing that every word you said was fake,
Now I’m cold, broken, alone, and feeble
But make no mistake,
The broken pieces of my heart could fit through the eye of a needle.[1]


[1] A Knight’s Tale
Chelsea Molin Nov 2013
I look around and all I see
Are people drenched in ignorance and idiocy
Yet all of them are better than me

In some way, shape, or form
It's probably better to stick to the norm,
The mold from which society was born

It's a safer way to live, easier way to sleep
Following the herd like a flock of sheep
life will never seem too steep

If you lock up your heart, toss away the key
Never expect a man to get down on one knee
For it will never happen to she

Who speaks her mind, goes against the grain
Gentlemen will never have anything to gain
She will be left in the pouring rain

To fin for herself
Something to forget on the top shelf
No one cares about the wealth

Of a person's soul, or what they have to lose
My heart is sick and tired of this abuse
So, get out of my head and find someone else to use
Chelsea Molin Nov 2013
The voices in my head screaming, begging for release.
The pain, the heartache never seems to cease.

Lying awake on lonely, sleepless nights,
Counting all the wrongs in my mind, there are too few rights.

When all you want is to be cherished,
People interfere, all thoughts of hope perish,

Leaving you bleeding, broken--shattered,
The pieces of my heart cannot be put together--they're scattered

In a secret hiding place where only I can go,
A special place where no one has to know

Who I am or what I do,
This paradise is a dream come true.

My solace comes when my eyes drift closed,
This happiness isn't fake or posed.

It's in this place where I can rest in peace,
Never letting go of the secrets I keep.
Chelsea Molin Nov 2013
Less Than Perfect

It's amazing how well things work out
How we all go through life without a doubt
That things will happen the way we want them to--
Too bad it didn't end up that way for you.

Always complaining about things you couldn't control
A growth, a height, some ill placed mole,
A deformity, a disease, a defect
Terrorizing anyone who was less than perfect

Looking around at your flawed family,
Your children were heavy, your sister-in-law had epilepsy.
You had to do something to get away--something direct
To strive to find what you wanted: perfect.

You finally found her, a woman so fantastic
Only to find out now she's become epileptic.
I wonder if you feel bad now, in retrospect
For judging people who're less than perfect?
Chelsea Molin Nov 2013
Long ago but not very far,
I had a lover who gave me this scar
It runs from my shoulder down to my wrist,
Curving at the elbow with a sick little twist
The blood flowed but the cut was not deep.
This mark of shame is one I must keep,
For the reason he struck--he had opened the door
To catch me with a lover I loved much more
Chelsea Molin Nov 2013
You Don't Understand....

You don’t see what everyone else can see
You don’t know how dear you are to me

Changes you’ve gone through put aches in my heart
But you don’t know how much that’s set us apart

You like to think no one is on your side
And you make it hard for those of us just along for the ride

Everyone only wants what’s best for you,
They want all of your wildest dreams to come true

Of course you don’t see what all of us are saying,
You just keep getting farther while the rest of us are paying

Sorrow and grief beyond belief
By what you have become due to a rotten thief

Who’s stolen the smart, beautiful women we knew
Into someone it sort of hurts to look to

We know who you are and what you can do
All of us are rooting for you…

Except for the thief who comes in the night
Twisting our words to make his seem right

And being the good person we know
You follow him and let him tow

You along down this narrow street
Constantly staring at your feet

Oblivious to people you trust and love
Oblivious to messages sent from above

The thief takes what he wants and laughs in our face
While the rest of us struggle just to keep pace

We reach for the girl we used to know…
But she has been seized by the undertow

In the thief’s domain is where she resides
Relaxing and caring for nothing besides

He who has changed her into what she is now
Someone I can hardly stand to be around
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