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Chloe Elizabeth Dec 2014
I really hope it was all worth it for him. I really do hope that hurting me was worth it for him and that everything he threw away in the end means less than what he keeps close right now. I hope that it wasn’t all for nothing; that all the broken pieces and open ends have a new home. I would hate for all the pain, sleepless nights and 4 a.m walks to go to waste because those meant something to me; they were all ways of fighting for what I loved. I hung on until my hands were blistered, I supported every decision even if I got ******* over because his happiness mattered to me, it ******* mattered. But in the end, I had to give in to the blisters.

By Chloe Elizabeth
This isn't exactly poetry, I would consider it more spoken word but i still wanted to share it.
Chloe Elizabeth Dec 2014
I blinked for a moment
And in that moment he was gone
Searching for what he couldn't find in me
I hope he found what he was looking for
Where he went I'll never know
I hope that I can let him go

By Chloe Elizabeth
Chloe Elizabeth Nov 2014
You cried in my arms, a heart filled with shame
With tears in my eyes, I loved you the same

By Chloe Elizabeth
Chloe Elizabeth Nov 2014
I remember looking at his eyes in a dark room
My hand was still in his when the world took a break
Spilling out the truth that has been kept inside through unbearable days
We stood still in a room full of swaying people
His eyes had never looked so beautiful than when I could see his soul
I never truly knew who he was until that moment
When he placed his heart in my hands and mine broke
To watch someone fall apart at my feet and apologize for making a mess
I picked up every piece and put him back together
With all the strength in my body I still could not handle his tears
And never have I felt truer love than when I sat on that bench
With the boy who couldn't dance
And loved him for everything he was, is and ever could be
No matter who he loved

By Chloe Elizabeth
  Nov 2014 Chloe Elizabeth
Artemis
Tell me about the time you realized his fingers were scissors
And he could never hold you without tearing you apart
Or about how his words are bullets that don't leave exit wounds
You'll carry this with you forever now
When did you notice that he never blinked
And I swear to God he has no idea what your face looks like
Darling
I  '  m  s  o  s  o  r  r  y  
He looked at the sky and only saw the constellations
Not the stars that made up everything you dreamed of
He looked at you and only saw your skin
Not the cells and certainly not everything that it held in place
He held you and kissed your lips and he'll never remember you
As anything more than a dark room and stained bed sheets
You meant more to me than that
But I was less to you than you were to him
So just leave me be pulling on ropes with nothing on the other end
*~W.C.
Chloe Elizabeth Nov 2014
Sometimes, you get so caught up in a moment that you convince yourself that your life is supposed to turn out a certain way. You believe that these moments will define the rest of your life. When in reality, they are not your fate and you forget that before them, you were surviving. Suddenly, you wake up. What woke you up? Usually something gut-wrenchingly heartbreaking or the loss of something that, honestly, wasn't as great as you thought it was in the first place. For me, it was both. I fell asleep for far too long and woke up on a gloomy Wednesday night feeling empty. The person I loved as a young 17 year old girl was slipping out of my reach and I needed to let them go. I just needed to let them go.

By Chloe Elizabeth
Sometimes, letting go is the most unbearable decision that a person can make, but we all have to do it at some point
Chloe Elizabeth Nov 2014
You held him 'till your fingers bled
You meant every single word you said

You loved him 'till your heart was sore
But honey, he's not worth it anymore

Let him go

By Chloe Elizabeth
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