Midnight Thinking Poem by hannah chiz

The world stares blankly back at her.
A blaring blur lacks caress in it's midst.
Fear expressed through strength of character-
(unmake-able, viewing through YOUR dusty lids.)
A make-upless outline, a 'Nothing', is
Pleading.
No need to cry she can lie away
Bleeding.
You think she could catch you?
She isn't enough.
You both lie alone, broke, within shattered
Trust.
She want's to be famous, lusted for, rare-
Just as a source of some
.....Proof she is there.
Before the outline dissolves in the air,
Won't be long, you'd
Regret.
So forget you ever cared.


Her pen burns the page yet again to
Engage the deepest Emotion and
Passion and
Rage.
Mend in third person, for metaphore's
Sake-
A tool to implore to one's self, impose
Space.
The lacking of closeness is earning
Each way
That the ink tiwsts and turns
As night seeps to day.
The nib is her
Toy, she's come out
To play,
Steal words from YOUR mouth, see
your world HER way.
Won't write about hurt,
jumbled phrases would
Fray.
Can't do justice deserved by
A trust so misplaced, numbed
Time after time by this
Infinate rhyme. The
Lust for this word-art can force thoughts alligned.
Consistency's sparse,
Adaptation takes flight.
Rhyme's The Only Reliable Thing In This Life.
That is the detail she realised tonight.
Sleep tight.