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curtain call

i swear to god, i was born a rebel
i’m one to kiss and immediately tell
ran around putting people under a spell
dove head first into the depths of hell

find me, look at me, witness me
my ups and downs, me losing sanity
me tearing my own hair out
me crushing my own heart

yeah yeah it’s all me all along
the villain and the victim
the singer and the song
chasing and chased by wisdom

enjoy all this theatrical performance
the rise and fall of me, no false pretenses
i’ll still ask for one more dance
collect bruises from consequences

but of all things, remember this
by the time i bid you farewell
i’m done exploring the abyss
all’s well that ends well

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.

Transcendence

when you lay your head on a heartbeat
and you call it home cos you feel complete
you know home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling
like a lifeless winter breaking in spring
or dark nights ending in dawn
or a warm silence after the storm.

i believe it, i feel it around me.
a melody. a symphony. the idea of serenity.
but i just don’t see how to break free
from this path i chose, this chain i put on me.

so i take love on a loan for the pains in my bones
and look for stopovers instead of a home.
just somewhere to sleep, get me through the night
and some warmth to bring with me, a borrowed light.

i know they’re not going to last, they’re temporary
and i know all loans come due eventually
but i’m not chasing eternity
just chemistry. mutuality. maybe even intensity.

just a stopover to lay down my defense
just for as long as it makes sense

Echoes

He came into my life like a fiery tornado I never saw coming. I thought I knew fire; I played with it, traced its edges, and let it flicker on my fingertips. But I guess I underestimated how much it could burn. How much I would burn.

His gaze lingered, smoldering against my skin. I could still feel it on my cheeks. His touch left embers around my neck, branding me in ways I couldn’t name. His love was like a wildfire. Feverish, unstoppable, a blaze so fierce it consumed me whole.

And fuck, wildfires don’t just burn, they roar. No. They roar, they crackle, they hiss, they fill all your senses until all your reality is them. But you know what’s worse? The deafening silence it left behind.

Cos now I walk through the ruins, haunted by the echoes of his fire. The scars on these trees. The ashed grass. The black smoke in the air. That ringing in my ears, the moment I realized I was alone.

Except, I could still hear him, loud and clear. Everywhere I look I can hear him… Or at least I wanted to.

But when I stepped forward, hoping to hear more clearly, all that answered was the echoes. Unforgiving, blaring, hollow. Remnants of something that once roared so loud.

I asked for a loud love.

Not to be left alone in the echoes.