Melissa Joy Chesky Poems

Whoa.
I didn’t do this.
Not to myself.
The sticky plush isn’t mine.
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My head's about to meet a fate,
My heart's going to disintegrate.
My eyes have been brought to tears,
My mind has succumbed to its worst fears.
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I hate your nimble fingers and your soft caresses.
I hate your hair and your pronounced cologne.
I hate your eyes and your five o'clock shadow,
And I hate your voice and the words only you could say to make me feel so alone.
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Please just take her and give her peace of mind.
This healing is beyond humanity and human hands.
She needs celestial hands, supernatural repair.
She is going without purpose.
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I see right through you
I know your true intentions
You're not dieting
You're anorexic.
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No
I'm no stranger
to misfortune
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Itching to get out
is a vision.
a vision I see
in every midnight's dream,
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I love my father.
I always will.

We used to play
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I can still feel your palm on my waist
Your hands on my stomach
Your body melded against my back
Your fingers between mine.
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I can’t explain it
But my heart wrenches
When he is around
But my lungs collapse
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