often times
when I am laying alone at night
I feel his presence with me
and my love for him is overwhelming
it beats within my chest
so hard I worry it may break my heart
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 12:20 AM UTC
He asked me if my heart is tired
I told him it is
But those who are tired eventually wake
My tired heart will be just fine
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 8:41 PM UTC
What a beautiful gift to have the ability to be happy in the hardest of times
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 9:22 AM UTC
When you're involved with someone, you slowly collect these little pieces of their life. The 40 minute break that they have between their classes on Tuesdays. The amount of sugar that they like in their coffee. The time that they wake up for work on Monday mornings. The side of the bed that they prefer to sleep on. And then this day comes when everything comes to an end. However, these little pieces stay with you. You feel so incredibly empty while you drown in the fragments of their day-to-day life. Suddenly, you find yourself wandering around aimlessly for 40 minutes on Tuesday afternoons. You don't put sugar in your coffee anymore. You sleep in on Monday mornings. You lay in the center of your Queen-sized bed. You float around in this uncomfortable space between the life you lived before and the life you shared with this person and their little pieces. You float here for a while as you try and get back to a life that is all yours again. A life that is familiar and forever different. And you know that this will happen time and time again, you will repeat this agonizing process of building up and tearing down and rebuilding until that one day, where nothing comes to an end.
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 6:12 PM UTC
They asked me what happened. They asked me what went wrong. For a long time I wondered the exact same thing. Where did everything go so wrong? Lots of things went wrong in the passing time of our breaking love. But the truth? The very painful truth to our final collapse is this: I could no longer stand by and watch him slowly **** himself while we both pretended that nothing was wrong. Every morning that we woke up, I woke up beside someone who was wishing that they didn't, and it ripped my heart out of my chest and threw it onto the floor while the sun streamed through the windows. Watching him be unhappy was the hardest thing I ever had to do because into my eyes he could admit he wanted to die, and still walk away and refuse to do anything about it. Some people may disagree with my choice to leave him. He certainly did. Abandonment is what he called it. However, I put my everything into trying to mend his broken heart, while in the process I was ruining mine. I would not let us both be broken. God, did I ever love him so much that it almost killed me. You can say that I did a lot of things, but abandoning was not one of those things. I couldn't wake up one more morning holding my breath hoping that he was still breathing.
Chloe Elizabeth
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 12:09 AM UTC
The painful truth that I could not bring myself to tell him is that I cannot bear to be with someone who is unhappy. I could no longer look into his eyes and search for happiness that was not there. I could no longer fall asleep in is arms to wake up in the morning knowing that he would rather not wake at all. I could no longer wait for the day to come when he discovers what it means to be happy, because I am already there and I could no longer slow my pace waiting for him to catch up. Life started to stand still as I found myself engulfed in a person that was not capable of giving me what I really wanted from them, and as much as they told me I did, I could not give them what they needed either: happiness. Upon this realization, I had to let go. I had to say goodbye. All I can hope is that one day, one day soon, he will not have to pray for his life to have meaning, he will realize that it already does.
Goodbye J.S.
By Chloe Elizabeth
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 7:48 PM UTC
The hardest thing I have done, and the thing that I am also the most proud of, was getting to a place in my life where I could say, with the deepest and most heart wrenching honesty, that I am truly happy. With every movement of my fingers, and blink of my eyelids, through even the hardest times and thickest tears, I am happy.
By Chloe Elizabeth
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC
They were right when they said you can still feel lonely when you're sitting in a room of 500 people
By Chloe Elizabeth
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 10:55 AM UTC
This isn't going to be much of a poem, just a thought; something that I was thinking about today.
I was asked if it was weird to have dated my ex, since he was 5'5, one inch shorter than I am. And you know what, I've dated professional go-kart racers, jujitsu gold medalists and kick boxers, yes, all much taller than I am, however, none of them made me feel as safe as my 5'5 hockey player did. So the answer to that question, which actually surprised me as well, is no. It was not weird. It was not anything but another relationship, with another boy, who proved to be much more than how tall he was. Height does not matter to me and I don't see it ever mattering because he made me feel just as loved as someone twice his size could have. And even though he turned out to be a complete **** head, that was not because of his small size, that was because he was, and is, a ****** person. Case closed.
By Chloe Elizabeth
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 8:29 PM UTC
Day after day of running away,
My mind keeps coming back to him
I guess time does not heal everything
Unless time can bring him back to me
By Chloe Elizabeth
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC