Days go by
and I still feel you
in the walls of my bedroom

I still smell you
in the indent of my pillow
and the cotton of my bed sheets

I still see you
in the cracks of my palms
and the darkness underneath my eyelids

I still love you
in every corner of my heart
and every breath that seeps into my lungs

Days go by
and I still ******* love you
so much

By Chloe Elizabeth

Sometimes
I feel like I'm just
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In the insanity we call society
With the whole world
Touching my skin
But nowhere to go
And no where to sink in

By Chloe Elizabeth

You were addicted to me like you were to the alcohol running through your veins.

By Chloe Elizabeth

Stop trying to remember his scent, he smelled like summer and reminds you of the time he made you laugh so hard, you snorted out milk on that dead, hazy day.

2. Don't waste your day trying to decipher what colour his eyes were, it'll only remind you of the galaxies and constellations that you once saw in his eyes

3. Stop trying to retrace the shape of his mouth in the middle of the night, you'll choke on your tongue trying to taste the mint he devoured seconds before pulling you in for a kiss

4. Stop reliving the times you clasped hands together, the glass plate will fall off your trembling hands.

5. Burn this list, admit that the galaxies and constellations shining in his eyes were wilted, the one in yours are bursting with fire. Remember on the dead, hazy day his laugh sounded like nails running down a chalkboard. Remember when you kissed, the weeds growing from his mouth entangled the roses blooming in yours.

Realize that one day, another boy is going to come and plant daisies where he left behind thorns.

Everything reminded him of her. The pain was like frost bite on the arteries of his heart that beat a little slower ever since that day. He missed the smell of her freshly washed hair in the morning, short and sweet, always tied behind her head. Sometimes, the wind would carry a scent similar to this and it would haunt him the rest of the day. Even hands brought back memories because he could remember every line on her palms like they were his own. “Jenny,” he whispered to himself, “I’m lost.”

By Chloe Elizabeth