Chloe W

Chloe W Oct 2018

The purest thing
is the words,
"I love you",
punctuated without expectation.

#unconditional #love

Chloe W Oct 2018

The Rain

I love to stand in the rain,
let it pour.
I would welcome a tropical storm.

I love to stand in the rain,
because each drop that falls
gently onto my bare skin
takes away just a little bit of pain.

I love to stand in the rain,
when I was little I hoped that
if I stood in this shower long enough
I might melt and be washed away.

I love to stand in the rain,
because it is the closest thing
to being touched by God.

#rain

Chloe W Oct 2018

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If I tore away my skin,
hollowed out my bones,
would that be enough
to be like the dust?

If I unraveled each nerve,
emptied my blood,
could I then
float away with the wind?

If I stood under this downpour
would the rain fill my lungs,
soak my brain,
enough to washed away?

#pain #feeling #depression

Chloe W Oct 2018

A Song

She breathes with music,
each pull of the bow,
drawing in.

Her heart beats,
as a slow melody,
a lively percussion.

Her body an orchestra,
variations of beauty,
made to form one masterpiece.

#music #beauty

Chloe W Oct 2018

Regret, Long, Deny, Learn

I regret all the times I tore up a page,
tossed it away thinking that the words didn’t matter.

I long for the lost words,
ones only seen now by the waste paper bin.

I denied myself emotion,
afraid to feel anything because for so long feeling meant pain.

I learned to love words again,
that pain isn't poetry, poetry is beauty.

Chloe W Sep 2018

For the Future

When I think of the future,
I cannot grasp the thought of a career.
But, I think of a kitchen with wood panels, windows, and a few too many plants.
Of sitting in the rain, watching the sky turn dark.
I think of a symphony in the trees.

I think of saying I love you.
Of all the different ways I could say, I love you.
I think of taking your fist in mine and kissing it, because they say its the size of your heart.
Of a gentle touch with an attempt to take your pain away.
I'll repeat it a million times until I lose my breath, I love you.

#future #love

Chloe W Sep 2018

Mother

Why,
Mother
have you let go?
Unfurled you fingertips
from a life;
one, I never knew.

Your lack of life,
swallow,
sleep,
repeat.

Drowning in a sea
of white capsules
and little orange bottles.

I thought of drowning myself too.

#mother #family #pain