chloelondon - Hello Poetry

It's like I'm breathing, but there's no air, I can't remember a time since I met you, That I could bare, Not seeing you, Or holding you close, Or feeling your eyes on me, I can't cope with the fact that we just can't be, Together, Forever, A family of four, Plus our fur babies, but maybe even one more? I've tried to move on, I've tried to be, Everything that I thought I had in me, But at the end of the day, it all comes down, To the fact that it's so dangerous to have you around, I love so much, I love hard, But my life, Myself, I can't discard, For anyone, Not even you, I have a son, who was fought for, then dropped, And so I won, The chance to raise a child so pure, And I'm so afraid of what he will have to endure, If I don't put an end to this, Find a love that is pure, That lets me lean into my femininity and not have to be so tough, Held, Loved, and never alone, So much fondness and admiration shown, And so I'm alone, and in future I'll have grown, A heart made of stone, Through experiencing love, In a war zone.

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Mar 6

Mar 6, 2026 at 9:50 AM UTC

Untitled

It's like I'm breathing, but there's no air, I can't remember a time since I met you, That I could bare, Not seeing you, Or holding you close, Or feeling your eyes on me, I can't cope with the fact that we just can't be, Together, Forever, A family of four, Plus our fur babies, but maybe even one more? I've tried to move on, I've tried to be, Everything that I thought I had in me, But at the end of the day, it all comes down, To the fact that it's so dangerous to have you around, I love so much, I love hard, But my life, Myself, I can't discard, For anyone, Not even you, I have a son, who was fought for, then dropped, And so I won, The chance to raise a child so pure, And I'm so afraid of what he will have to endure, If I don't put an end to this, Find a love that is pure, That lets me lean into my femininity and not have to be so tough, Held, Loved, and never alone, So much fondness and admiration shown, And so I'm alone, and in future I'll have grown, A heart made of stone, Through experiencing love, In a war zone.

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I get so annoyed at myself Like it's something that's wrong with me I mean, It must be something or the other, I can't be to blame completely. I can't quite put my finger on it, I'm undoubtedly putting the time in, i'm working on myself, That's not untrue, But I feel like a liar, I've practically just sat the old me on the shelf, I've shed all that there was of her, just looking up at the old me, Where did it start to go right, from being so wrong? "Cause i'm a new person, it's a new year", I say as I play along. Everything is so.. weird right now, I'm so unsure, "eating healthy, exercise, counseling and therapy is the cure". Why does it all feel like a gimmick? Like nothing is real? I'm literally doing whatever it takes for me to heal. "I'll cut you off, leave you in last year's mess" ... Unless I pick you up, and you'll come along with me, It's not who I was then and who I am now, it's "we" You've built the life I have now and all that I was before, It's been a battle and I was wounded, but what else do we live for? War Between what once was and what will be Were unsure now but how else do we see What more there is to explore, see, and be, Amongst the chaos and the pain, I've come to realise there's no one else I'd rather be that just ... Me

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Feb 25

Feb 25, 2026 at 5:59 PM UTC

It's "we"

I get so annoyed at myself Like it's something that's wrong with me I mean, It must be something or the other, I can't be to blame completely. I can't quite put my finger on it, I'm undoubtedly putting the time in, i'm working on myself, That's not untrue, But I feel like a liar, I've practically just sat the old me on the shelf, I've shed all that there was of her, just looking up at the old me, Where did it start to go right, from being so wrong? "Cause i'm a new person, it's a new year", I say as I play along. Everything is so.. weird right now, I'm so unsure, "eating healthy, exercise, counseling and therapy is the cure". Why does it all feel like a gimmick? Like nothing is real? I'm literally doing whatever it takes for me to heal. "I'll cut you off, leave you in last year's mess" ... Unless I pick you up, and you'll come along with me, It's not who I was then and who I am now, it's "we" You've built the life I have now and all that I was before, It's been a battle and I was wounded, but what else do we live for? War Between what once was and what will be Were unsure now but how else do we see What more there is to explore, see, and be, Amongst the chaos and the pain, I've come to realise there's no one else I'd rather be that just ... Me

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We don't want a "Good morning" text, Well, We do, But not if it's just followed with, "What are you up to?" It's painstakingly boring, The conversations are all the same, Mundane, lame, If you saw me in person, Would you even remember a name? We want butterflies, We want sparks, But, no, We're not meeting up with you in dark, derelict, Carparks, Like white sharks, You're predators hunting just for a taste, Then leaving us with open wounds, Sinking to the bottom, lifeless, Like waste. You didn't even have to try, Yet you took a part of us, And We're no longer the same, "You invited me!" "But I was drunk!" Here comes the blame game, We only wanted to talk when you came. We don't want a "good morning text" Well, We do, As long as it's just followed with, "What are you up to?" And sent from a man, Who's nothing like you.

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Feb 25

Feb 25, 2026 at 5:56 PM UTC

Predators in the C

We don't want a "Good morning" text, Well, We do, But not if it's just followed with, "What are you up to?" It's painstakingly boring, The conversations are all the same, Mundane, lame, If you saw me in person, Would you even remember a name? We want butterflies, We want sparks, But, no, We're not meeting up with you in dark, derelict, Carparks, Like white sharks, You're predators hunting just for a taste, Then leaving us with open wounds, Sinking to the bottom, lifeless, Like waste. You didn't even have to try, Yet you took a part of us, And We're no longer the same, "You invited me!" "But I was drunk!" Here comes the blame game, We only wanted to talk when you came. We don't want a "good morning text" Well, We do, As long as it's just followed with, "What are you up to?" And sent from a man, Who's nothing like you.

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"You know Sometimes it seems kind of easy to some. Kind of... Simple, in a way. You just kinda... Get up out of bed, y'know? Like, You just, Turn your body round, and put each foot on the floor and just push up. See... Like this!" she smiled. My best friend was trying to understand, but she just doesn't get it. To me that seemed like such a hard task to accomplish; it meant that I had to find the strength to even think of stepping out of the bed. I mean for what? Sadness, a feeling of uselessness? Exactly. So I gave up trying to think and therefor I never found a good enough reason to motivate me. So I lay here Dim Limp Lifeless. Practically dead in a sense. With no intention to move 'till the actual death.

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Feb 22, 2014

Feb 22, 2014 at 8:31 AM UTC

Just Get Up

"You know Sometimes it seems kind of easy to some. Kind of... Simple, in a way. You just kinda... Get up out of bed, y'know? Like, You just, Turn your body round, and put each foot on the floor and just push up. See... Like this!" she smiled. My best friend was trying to understand, but she just doesn't get it. To me that seemed like such a hard task to accomplish; it meant that I had to find the strength to even think of stepping out of the bed. I mean for what? Sadness, a feeling of uselessness? Exactly. So I gave up trying to think and therefor I never found a good enough reason to motivate me. So I lay here Dim Limp Lifeless. Practically dead in a sense. With no intention to move 'till the actual death.

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I don't need you, You don't flatter me, You just fill me up and you'll sooner batter me, You don't help me, You cause me to lose my confidence, I just want those high cheekbones and their prominence I just want to be thin, Just like all of those supermodels, As thin as them all, I want to look porcelain, pale and beautiful Exactly like Felice Fawn. "You don't need to be skinny to be pretty" Don't listen to them, be skinny Be strong, Be thin, Say no to food and win.

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Mar 5, 2013

Mar 5, 2013 at 4:19 PM UTC

Skinny

I don't need you, You don't flatter me, You just fill me up and you'll sooner batter me, You don't help me, You cause me to lose my confidence, I just want those high cheekbones and their prominence I just want to be thin, Just like all of those supermodels, As thin as them all, I want to look porcelain, pale and beautiful Exactly like Felice Fawn. "You don't need to be skinny to be pretty" Don't listen to them, be skinny Be strong, Be thin, Say no to food and win.

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It was like a force, Something telling me to pull open that drawer, Telling me that thing inside it, Was something I needed. A craving. A sudden shoot of adrenalin darted through my body, "I want this", I whispered. A needle was pulled out of the drawer... Then it stood,hovering over my weak arm, "Come on,you can do this.", I reassured myself. It plummeted into my forearm, I could feel it travelling deeper and deeper, Sure it hurt, but I deserved it. The pain circled my arm causing me to feel drowsy, I pulled it out... The tonic of the vampires' liquid climbed its way out of my flesh, The coppery smell of it drifted under my nose, Causing me to roll my eyes back, I laid there lifeless, Thinking of all the senses it stimulated It tasted like salt, Like a bitter sweet candy land in my mouth. I was an addict to my own blood.

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Dec 9, 2012

Dec 9, 2012 at 8:30 AM UTC

Veins

It was like a force, Something telling me to pull open that drawer, Telling me that thing inside it, Was something I needed. A craving. A sudden shoot of adrenalin darted through my body, "I want this", I whispered. A needle was pulled out of the drawer... Then it stood,hovering over my weak arm, "Come on,you can do this.", I reassured myself. It plummeted into my forearm, I could feel it travelling deeper and deeper, Sure it hurt, but I deserved it. The pain circled my arm causing me to feel drowsy, I pulled it out... The tonic of the vampires' liquid climbed its way out of my flesh, The coppery smell of it drifted under my nose, Causing me to roll my eyes back, I laid there lifeless, Thinking of all the senses it stimulated It tasted like salt, Like a bitter sweet candy land in my mouth. I was an addict to my own blood.

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Like sand You are slipping through my fingers, Like sunshine I want you to stay, Like the shells You are simply beautiful, Like a boat Feel free to sail away...

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Dec 8, 2012

Dec 8, 2012 at 10:25 AM UTC

The Beach

Like sand You are slipping through my fingers, Like sunshine I want you to stay, Like the shells You are simply beautiful, Like a boat Feel free to sail away...

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