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  Mar 2017 Chloe Hunt
Willow-Anne
She’s more fun when she is drunk
At least…until she’s not
Because she’s puking in the toilet
And regretting her last shot

She’s more confident when she’s drunk
Gorgeous and ready to score
Until she looks in a mirror
And feels even uglier than before

She likes herself more when she is drunk
Until that feeling goes away
When she is so far beyond gone
That her self-hatred comes out to play

She’s happier when she’s drunk
All her issues leave her brain
But they all come crashing back at once
And cause her so much pain

She likes the world more when drunk
It’s filled with so much good
Until one little thing sets her off
And she hates it all more than she should

She likes life more when she’s drunk
Her mind for once feels still
Terrified of losing that feeling
She soon wants to end things with a pill

But she can stop any time she wants
Or so she’d have you believe
Because alcohol makes her seem so happy
That is, until all her friends leave
Edit: (3/10/17) Oh my goodness! I haven't logged on in a couple of days and boy did I miss a lot!
I am doing my best to respond to all your messages and comments now! Sorry for the wait!
Thank you all so much for such an overwhelming amount of love and support <3 You guys are amazing
For those of you who struggle with addiction of any kind, hang in there, and I hope you all find the help and support you need <3
Best wishes to you all. And thank you again <3

Edit: (3/11/17)
Alrighty, so I just got a very long message that without going too into details accused me of poking fun at alcoholism with this poem. I would just like to be very clear that this poem was in no way inteaded to make fun of the illness that is alcoholism, and if it came off that way to anyone else, I am truely truely sorry. Words can not express that enough for I very much wished the opposite intent. Alcoholism (and addiction in general) is a very serious illness that I take very seriously. I sinceraly hope that anyone who is struggling with it gets the help they need and those of you who are in recovery, I am proud of you. Stay strong and continue to work towards it <3
Once again, my sincere apologies again to anyone who was offended.
Love to you all <3 - Willow-Anne
Chloe Hunt Mar 2017
Gay
Dad
I don't care that you are Gay
but why choose those men over your children?
Father
I don't care who you love
but why not love us more?
Duane
I know you have never wanted us
but can't you make the effort of knowing us?
Chloe Hunt Mar 2017
I am not frightened
by his voice anymore
I am not frightened by the dark
Not frightened by the silence anymore
silence that tore my insides apart
I am not frightened by the bruises anymore
bruises that are not kind
Not frightened of what my body encountered
when forced to love blind
I am not frightened by the abuse i've encountered
but I am frightened
by the silence of god that overpowered
#StayStrong
  Mar 2017 Chloe Hunt
PaperclipPoems
I wrote of Demond's that invaded me. Demond's that corresponded with my brain and danced with my soul. Demond's that abducted my heart and blinded my eyes.

I wrote of Darla, my idealistic alter ego. The one who dreams of romance and treads passionately towards it. The other girl inside of me who forgives and cries without remorse or regret.

I wrote of heartbreak and abuse from past lovers. The torment of a fractured heart and the loneliness that was left. The neglect from my childhood and the pains of independence. The confusion of men and the unanswered question of "How will I ever heal".

I wrote of my habitual infidelity and thirst for love. My attraction to danger and lust for something more. My deepest desires and most remembered experiences. My darkest fantasies mixed with a little chaos.

In all of this, I still feel the need to say more. Somewhere deep inside I crave to tell the world what's on my mind and written in my heart. Even in knowing I'll never say it all, I will always try.
Chloe Hunt Nov 2016
Trying to fill my heart with
whispering hands
and my brain seems a world apart
trying to fill my aching heart
with kisses and these unmans
love so beautiful
turned so dark
changing myself
trying to fill a void in my heart
With no love and missing
parts
trying and crying and trying
but it cries no longer
my heart won't become stronger
it cries out loud in the night
softly in the light
crazily
when I have nothing left in me to fight
and hides when I shouldn't let these unmans bite
  Nov 2016 Chloe Hunt
Alēa
Im a drifter

I go from one place to another

Leaving people behind

I don't mean to be a drifter you see

It has become a bit of a habit

If I love you

I must leave

Not to save you exactly

But to spare you the heartache
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