chloee

chloee Jan 2016

your hand brushes my shoulder
a tingle runs down my spine
as i slowly turn toward you
and appreciate the fact that you are mine.

we make eye contact
my heart starts to flutter
as you slowly lean into me
and I begin to melt like butter.

our lips colide
and the world disappears
as we become one
I imagine being with you for the rest of my years.

chloee Jan 2016

distraction?

you say you love me a lot,
and i believe you,
but if she had wanted you first,
shes who you would belong too.

chloee Jan 2016

****** veins.

Blood is red,
veins are blue,
everything goes black when I think of you.

the places we went,
the things we saw,
the fact that you never loved me at all.

your hands tracing my figure,
your laugh tickling my heart,
our love was perfect like some sort of art.

your hair flew in the wind,
and your eyes sparkled in the night,
these memories are making my heart break in spite.

my head starts to spin,
my lungs start to close,
the memories you left me are quite like a rose.

although they hurt me,
and make me bleed,
I love the beauty and Im overtaken by greed.

looking around,
for something i desire,
my heart starts to burn like its filled with fire.

the memories I passed up,
the moments I missed,
there is proof of my mistakes on both of my wrists.

as i watched the red waterfall,
grower thicker and faster,
i thought about how our love was a beautiful disaster.

and suddenly it all hit me at once,
the reason that blood is red and veins are blue,
they long to be together but the outside things change them,
a lot like me and you.

chloee Jan 2016

roses and violets.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I'm still thinking
About me and you.

The way that we laughed,
The way that you smiled,
The feelings you gave me
And how they've lasted for a while.

The Roses are dying,
The Violets are burning,
When I look at you
my stomach starts turning.

I start to think of the times we shared,
The happiness you brought me,
And how it all went downhill.

The roses are dead,
The violets are burned,
I'm sick of this feeling,
You were a lesson well learned.

I'm trying my hardest to say goodbye,
But babe there was something,
I feel for your eyes.

Bye now my dearest,
I love you so,
There will always be a spot for you
And I hope that you will always know.

This is sucky, sorry.

chloee Dec 2015

The Labyrinth

I’m stuck in this maze, that has no end.
I run and I run yet no one has help to lend.

I feel the world tugging, me down a bit,
telling me I’m worthless and that its time to quit.

There are so many corners, and so many edges, its hard to avoid falling off the countless ledges.

Person after person, comes to yell in my ear,
“its time to quit running, you have no luck here.”

I start to think they are all a little bit right,
I’ve tried my best and held on with all my might.

The labyrinth is smarter and better too,
I’ve tried so hard and still am yet to make it through.

Its time to give up I say to myself,
as I take once stepper closer to the tallest of shelves.

I hang my foot just over the edge,
and remember the struggles that pushed me to this ledge.

Its over I repeat again and again in my head,
I step off the shelf and now I am dead.

— The End —