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Chloe Hunt Jan 2018
If only you could drain the love out of your heart
when you needed to
Chloe Hunt Jan 2018
God
God I know it’s gotten dark in here
I know I turned off my light
I can’t seem to see you anymore
And that’s utterly my fault
I gave up the fight

God I know that I have sinned
And I know that you aren’t proud
I convinced myself
“I am just trying to live right now”
For this I am sorry
I neglected the one person I have always vowed

God It’s gotten lonely all by myself
And I need you to help me find my way out
So show me what to do God
I love you
I love you
without a doubt
Chloe Hunt Jan 2018
I want life not to get in the way of my dreams
And
I want me
Not to get in the way of life
  Jan 2018 Chloe Hunt
Thomas P Owens Sr
he'd always been a sleeper
to that he would admit
never less than 8 a night
and then he'd snooze a bit

his love of sleep found him sleeping more
9, 10, 11
the alarm was useless to him
his dreams were that of heaven

but his health began to suffer
his weight began to slip
napping more, eating less
his mind had lost it's grip

he checked in with his doctor
then a sleep disorder shrink
they gave him meds and special beds
useless
so he began to drink

11 turned to 12
and twelve to 17
he only woke to have a drink
in the wasted time between

tuesdays were quickly fridays
just blurs when he awoke
catch his ghostly figure
in the bathroom as he'd choke

the gap was slowly closing
the last stitch in the seam
he'd stepped into his perfect story
his neverending dream

they found him with a book of poems
and a grin though he'd been taken
he'd circled in ink the final passage
'never to awaken'
something that came to mind after I caught myself sleeping too much
  Jan 2018 Chloe Hunt
Gia Garcia
He was the sun, and I was the moon.
Without him, I couldn't illume the night.
I took all the darkness, he had morning and noon,
Without each other, the world wasn't right.
He was the fire, and I was the ice.
He'd bring the chaos without thinking twice.
Whatever flesh he burns, I come to aid.
I touch him without ever being afraid.
He was the ground, and I was the sky.
Aware of each other, but turn a blind eye.
He gave me vapor, I gave him the weather;
It was our only way of being together.
He was the mass, and I was the space.
And without hesitation, in my life, he took place.
I let him consume me, I didn't mind, you see,
I was just happy that somebody needed me.
He was he, and I was me.
What a fool I've been to trust and believe
That we need each other, when the sad truth is,
All there has been for us, was to coexist.
For bub
Chloe Hunt Jan 2018
Talking about it would
Telling you would
                        Thinking about it would
                                            Crying in front of you would
               I can't
                            It would
                           It could
                                         D
                                              e
               ­                                     s
                          ­                               t
                                                              r­
                                                                ­    o
                                                           ­               y
                                                ­                                            me
  Jan 2018 Chloe Hunt
Anne Molony
I’m learning the new language of love
It’s cloudy and I’ve only
broken sentences
already-fluent in the tongue of
drunk hook-ups and
meaningless touches and
compromised endeavors and
disguised intentions

I have never felt what I was promised
I want to bathe myself in it
showers
pools
seas
of infatuation
if it exists

desperate for affection
addicted to the idea
that a soul could long for me

craving something
anything

unreliable arousal
am I unfairly deprived?
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