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I’m back bitches.

After a hiatus of who knows how long I finally got back onto Tumblr because I felt like typing and since I’m not in school anymore there’s nowhere else for me to type. So this is going to be my blog where I dump all my feelings or whatever. I’m CM or C. MIsst whichever, I am currently 19 years old and I’m married to JD, I may say fuck it and say our names later on but for the most part I’m trying to keep it as anonymous as I can. My old shitty poetry was about NJ and I don’t talk to or about them anymore but as far as I know he’s doing well, and I’m happy with JD so all is well. So there’s my little introduction, I’ll be writing more later on but I kinda wanted to make a post for all 5 of my followers to reintroduce myself. I also don’t plan on writing more poetry since my stuff was never that good anyway, but I’ll see if I’m feeling inspired enough to write more. Thank you for giving my small little page a chance. I hope you choose to stick around.

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Don’t get me wrong.

Him.

What more is there to say?

I loved his every whim,

He was there for me every day.

Even after we fell apart,

He helped me nurse my broken heart,

Thankful doesn’t even begin to describe

The incredible feeling that resides

Among the broken pieces deep inside

For he helped me see the light.

No matter how badly I’ve felt before,

This boy helped me open so many doors,

Opened my eyes to the real world around,

Let me see it through his, my favorite shade of brown.

Immense joy I’ve felt with pain

For I had grown to know his name.

A familiar call,

Knowing I gave my all,

Having him in my life is a blessing,

I don’t understand how my poetry was impressing,

Feeling how I do now,

That sh*t’s too depressing.

So let’s have another round

Because with his help, I’m rising from the ground.

-Poetry I write when I feel I’m getting better.- C.Misst

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Broken.

A truth that was kept

To save tears that were wept,

A lie on his lips

The touch of his finger tips,

He was her King

Yet she wasn’t his Queen,

It drove her mad

And she knew it was getting bad.

When the truth was revealed,

Her nightmares were sealed,

It all came crashing down,

When she no longer wore her crown.

Enemy lines were drawing near,

A life without him, she began to fear,

Hopeless and lost, but never forgotten,

She abandoned the love she had somehow begotten.

-Poetry I write with a heavy heart.- C.Misst

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Fallen Angel.

She had clipped her wings,

For the one who loved her not,

Scared of what the next day brings

To still her shattered heart.

To fly away was now one of her dreams

Broken hearted, yet loyal, to foe and friend,

She understood now why the caged bird sings,

And this was to be her end.

-Poetry I write with a heavy heart- C.Misst

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Nightmares.

Terrified to go to bed

Nightmares begin to fill my head,

There’s no such thing as a good nights rest

‘Til there’s no beating in my chest.

-Casual Poetry at 1am.- C.Misst

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Sun and Moon.

If the Sun and Moon were lovers

They’d be like you and I

Our love hid under covers,

Theirs, hidden by the sky.

Always grasping for each other,

Yearning for their touch,

‘Til the Moon left for another

Who seemed not to love him much.

The Sun grew dull and cold,

Unsure of what to do,

With no prospect of her love to hold,

For she had lost her Moon.

The girl in which you broke,

Grew as iron as her eyes,

Never saw her love awoke,

And turned away all other guys.

She ashed her solemn heart,

In the tin that was once called love,

After she had been torn apart,

For she had lost her dove.

-Poetry I write with a heavy heart.- C.Misst