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Cheyanne Hopkins Jul 2018
Death is a brown-haired boy
with earth coloured eyes which turn
warm in the sun
those eyes coat my skin like the heat of a bonfire
warming me to my core

Death is a boy with a black eye
and a split lip whose words make
me feel safe

Death is a boy who loves me
something new and exciting
who touches my sin, fire left in his wake
until it doesn't

Death is a boy who leaves me
who cares and cares
until one day
n o t h i n g
Cheyanne Hopkins Jul 2018
Regret is her lips on my mouth
swallowing my sadness until it’s gone
until the tears stop
the laughing begins
and I am content
but she is still cracked

Regret is not telling her she meant something
meant more than anyone else
i miss her still

Regret is loving him when you were the one I needed
I chose him and not you and it was a mistake
i regret it everyday
everyday when he kisses me good morning
because i love him, i do, but he’s not you

Regret is lying to you
when you asked me for the truth
Do you love me?
If you really don’t I’ll leave for good.
I don’t love you. Please leave.
i want you back
but i love him too
and i know I can’t have both of you
but i do
i want both of you and I don’t care if that’s greedy
at least I’m not lying anymore, right?

Regret is never saying any of this
This is super gay✌
Cheyanne Hopkins Jun 2018
you say you're fine
you say your good
you stare into their eyes
"I'm fine"
"I'm good"
You probably smile through your lies
fake happiness and safety
I know your pain
I see it in the mirror
I see it when you tell jokes
I know

you need to talk about it
you try to talk about it
you can't hold it in
it's not good for you
its what I did
think of me now
how I hate myself
bottling it all down

don't push it down
don't pretend
I know how hard it is
pretending your okay
keeping a blank or happy face
avoiding eyes
faking smiles

sometimes I still pretend
that I'm still who everyone thinks I am
that i am like everyone else
a whole girl
unbroken
unscarred

then I think how scared you were
when you told me
how you tried to pretend it was fine
like I did then
I can't pretend to be 'normal'
when your words came out broken and shaky
one step from breaking

I remember the day I told you
that I was 'different'
how my heart raced
how my hands tremored
my words barely slipping through my lips
you barely reacted

that's how you were
shaking and almost crying and almost backing out
and you told me that sometimes you feel like it isn't real
like you are lying to yourself
I still do that sometimes

a lot
hey Florence. this is for you. Also, cause you almost made me cry in the last poem
:)
Canvas bag, swinging
As we walk,
The thousand voices
Singing together, screaming
But never loud enough
Never loud enough to stay above water
On our own here
It’s an ocean we used to play in,
Don’t assume I was always a strong swimmer
I never learned to slow down,
Now I’ve stopped moving and can’t
Seem to start again
Keep up, keep up,
Can I really separate myself from the moment
When everyone ran ahead,
And someone collapsed, unbreathing
Can you imagine what would have happened
If no-one had waited for us,
Would we still be in that forest,
Screaming for help
While she was unable to even
Open her eyes,
Everyone tells me I can forget,
But how can I,
When I haven’t even seen her face since that day?
Still, I sit here in silence,
I’ll tell her story another day,
But for now,
The ocean’s feeling a little lonely,
And someone said that others had been here before
Didn’t he say that the ocean was full?
I wonder if I’ll ever meet my fellow dying.
Bright red badge says "panic"
Pin it to your chest,
A glowing little crest
Of all their comments,
All their lies
Hide beneath a hood,
Convince yourself it looks
More neutral like this
Coz it's too early in the morning
I'm too tired to imitate
A deeper voice

Raise your demi-demi-god into the sky,
Follow him, follow her, follow them

I never realised we belonged
To the inside
Of the other side
Help your friends hide
In the centre.
"Boy", "Girl",
Taunting yourself in the mirror

Raise your demi-demi-god into the sky,
Follow him, follow her, follow them
Keep walking, honey,
You thought we were just
Following blind
We've stumbled into that ditch before
It's a long way down
Well, we're here for good now, right?

Pray to every diety
That stupid story
Won't play out again,
Can't let it play out again
Well at least she'd know, they'd know,
At least they don't take thieves
For showmen
Cheyanne Hopkins Jun 2018
He carved him out of marble,
every curve and point

He built him from damaged stone
Chisels at the ready,

Breaking away insecurities and imperfections

He smoothed his skin with tender hands

His caresses whispered words of love and pride

His masterpiece,
created from the magic of his hands

From his subtle movements,
his caring touches

They travelled through the streets at nightfall
hiding from those who disagreed
those who threw stones and venomous words

His life work
Mounted on a pedestal for all to see
For all to touch and damaged and ruin

His celestial man,
made perfect
Cheyanne Hopkins Jun 2018
I am her
with shoulder-length hair
and sinking eyes

I am him
with shoulder-length hair
and terrible posture
and tired, sinking eyes

I am them
with shoulder-length hair
and splitting headaches
and warm blankets
and shaking hands
and fear

and empty, tired sinking eyes
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