Chanelle Theagene
Stories (3/0)
You Left Me
You always told me that we were going to last forever, and trust me I knew that there was a slim chance. I had continuous doubts. But you got me to have hope, to believe in you, to believe in us. You built me up, you made me feel strong and on top of the world, and then you left. You left me, broken and disappointed. And maybe one day, you’ll find your way back to me. Maybe one day, we can fulfill the prophecy we made for ourselves. But that’s a big maybe, because you left me.
By Chanelle Theagene6 years ago in Poets
Earthquake
When I was younger, I always thought life was stable, that I was different because mine was unstable, because I’m unstable. I always have been and I always will be. I’ve tried so hard to accept the fact that I’ll always be atypical. But there are times where I want nothing more to be normal, to fit in with everyone else. I don’t think anyone understands that I’m the outsider. So I try to get involved, I try to stick to the status quo, I try to be typical, because that’s how I’ve always viewed stability. Every time I start to feel normal, it doesn’t last. The moment I start to think I know where I stand, the ground shifts beneath my feet.
By Chanelle Theagene6 years ago in Poets
Do Not Fall in Love With an Artist
Do not fall in love with an artist. They will draw flowers in your lungs. And although they are beautiful it is so fucking hard to breathe. They’ll make your troubles wither away and they will become the flowers growing in your lungs. They will replace your veins with the stems of daffodils and daisies. They will make you a better person. But with those flowers came weeds, there’s always weeds. The weeds are problems, problems growing inside the artist, but because you fell in love with them, the weeds become your problems too. They’ll weigh you down until you can’t take it anymore. So don’t fall in love with an artist. Don’t fall in love with me.
By Chanelle Theagene6 years ago in Poets