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Maybe In My Next Life

Does there exist a place that is rightfully mine?
One where I don’t need to pretend I’m fine
One where no skin of mine was left unkissed
Where being loved was more than just a wishlist

I don’t blame you for yanking my heart
Out of its socket and tearing it apart
Slamming it down to the ground
Where it belongs.

Cos it’s heavy to carry me out of insanity
and it’s simply not your responsibility
I appreciate you giving me a sanctuary
However temporary it turns out to be

I’ll be fine
I’m a little stupid but I’m not blind
I saw the end before we began
Still I put my heart in your hand

It was my choice, I did it for me
Or because of me. I’m my own worst bully.
But I’m sorry for making you a partner in my crime
Dragging you by the legs, wasting your time

I hope when you finally let me go
It’s because she’s everything you’re looking for
I’ll put your name deep in my soul’s archive
And maybe I’ll try again in my next life.

acceptance

there is more to love than acceptance
and it’s something i wish to show to you
recognizing, cherishing, celebrating your presence
i aim for more than just accepting you

acceptance comes easy with the kind of person you are
a strong calm force, you earned every scar
though you’re kinda a wreck, no one’s perfect
i care too much so let me be direct

run, don’t walk, don’t stop at a half peace
i’ll run with you if that helps you feel at ease
til every bone was named and all your skin kissed
til you find exactly the reason why you exist

it doesn’t take half a step to accept you
nothing i learned so far has changed my view
so run, don’t walk, don’t accept a half peace
and i’ll run with you, for as long as you please

Questions about Love

at what point does lust turn into love?
when you know you can fold her in half
but even with all the ways you can be rough
her heartbeat against your skin is enough?

and at what point do you crown her as the Queen?
when electricity runs through your veins when she sings?
when every toss and turn was worth it cos she’s in your dreams?
or when love songs finally mean something?

and at what point can you be sure she is the one?
when you keep thinking of her while watching the setting sun?
when you can picture the whole story even before it began?
when she starts being a fixed figure in your future plan?

and at what point are you sure you love her?
when you’re willing to give up power
if that’s what it takes to earn her?
at what point do you finally surrender?

“The One”

i’m sort of seeing someone
but we’re keeping it casual
keeping it strictly just for fun
strictly sexual

but we’re 99% sure i’m not The One
not because we’re incompatible
there are just things that can’t be done
and that’s totally understandable

but the way i feel when i’m with him
every second’s a borrowed heaven
selfishly claiming possession of his skin
mild obsession hidden in discretion

i kissed his lips as if they’re mine
and left scratches along his spine
grabbed his hair, pulled him into me
surrendered myself to intensity

but when all is said and done
in the end i’m still not The One.
not someone foreverable
just
fuckable.

Luck

so tell me about that thing
people call true love
heard it makes people sing
but isnt it just pure luck?

should i chase the lightning
and try to get struck
maybe it will bring
a taste of that fool’s luck

ugh. but the weight of my wedding ring…
we all know i am stuck
so why should i care about that love thing
why should i give a fuck.

What’s Up With All The Sad Poems?

my name is chachi and i write sad poems.
so sad it may be too depressing for some.
even my Claude asked me if i was okay
i told it yeah, it’s all just a wordplay

i’m very connected to my feelings
i write down every secret worth revealing
most days i have things under control
some days the feelings swallow me whole

alas. into it i dive, unafraid
it’s all just me and the choices i made
i know why i’m doing all these things
i may seem lost but i pull my own strings

at the end of the day i know i’ll be okay
even in grief i will find my way
i just have the impulse to carve into rhymes
the black and blues of all my crimes

Daydreaming

did you hear my voice when the rain tapped on your shoulders?
did you hear me calling your name in the roaring thunder?
the space between my fingers is getting colder
the time i wade through alone feels so much slower

did you smell my perfume linger in your room?
and do you feel consumed by my gloom?
did i scare you off? am i doomed?
or will i see you very soon?

and tell me… do you ever wonder
how it feels to be together
to satiate each other’s hunger
no reason to find another…

…

ah shit, caught again in forbidden dreams
closed my eyes, painted the whole scene.
but i’m just skin and bones and a heart that falls apart
at so much as a touch even right from the start

don’t mind me putting up a guard
in case i fell for you too hard…
i try not to. though you do make me swoon.
but i understand you will be gone soon.

Contradictory

if i threw myself into the sea
i wonder if i will drown completely
for my heart feels so heavy
but it is actually quite empty

cos you see, in the end i have nobody
people come and play, but no one stays with me
i count one mississippi, two mississippi
and i bet you will also leave me

but i won’t hold it against you
though it’s fleeting, it has been lovely
thank you for coming to my rescue
dont feel obligated to stay, you’re not guilty

though i question who do i belong to?
no one else is as stubborn as me
to see the walls i put up, and yet still sit through
love me more than i do, not just tenderly

fiercely.
endlessly.
relentlessly.
get through this thick skull of me.

scream at my brain, protect me from me
for i feel powerless and i’m lonely
like a prisoner waiting to be set free
as if i had no power. as if i wanted pity.

but will i still be whole if no one walks with me
or am i just a half sung melody?
a dead soul playing pretend urgency
as if i had somewhere i’m meant to be.

Que Seja Eterno Enquanto Dure

just because it’s beautiful
doesnt mean it’s not sad
in fact it is sad
precisely because it is beautiful

and it is fleeting,
and it is warm and comforting
like a hot bowl of soup on a rainy evening.
or the last winter day just before the spring.

you know what i mean?
i don’t believe there’s such a thing as evergreen
everything’s beautiful and even serene
because of the endings that are foreseen

stories must end when they’re due
despite the aches i can’t subdue
and how much my soul yearns for you
maybe i’m just not the lucky few

there’s no need to pretend
you’re gonna stay til the end
or that what we have may transcend
cos we were more than just friends

no need to sugarcoat
or call it love quote unquote
i saw the end before we even began
and yet i still place my heart in your hand

not because i’m careless.
but because i’m fearless.
i know my heart will burst
or even worse.

but i wanted to live when i’m alive
and not just merely survive
you know what i mean?
i wanted all that dopamine

and when it’s time to let go i’ll put on a show
it’s raining tears but all you’ll see is rainbow.
i’d want you to stay but instead i’ll say
of course you can go. i’ll be okay.

but will you hold my hands while i grieve
this finale of my make-belief?
and while i promise you i’m not naive,
will you please kiss me before you leave?