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Jul 2019 · 180
the truth about lessons
chloee Jul 2019
and the truth of the matter is that i am your lesson but you are not mine.

you were not my first real love or heartbreak
you are not the first person to teach me that giving yourself to someone means getting little in return
means leaving a breadcrumb trail of your shattered heart in the wake of what was
means reaching for something in a dark room with all the hope in your chest and finding nothing
you were also not my first round of mistakes
not the first time i realized i let love go too early
not the first time i said goodbye before i meant it
before i needed it
not the first time id crawl back
foot down my throat immobilizing my apologies
you were also not my first dive in head first
my first give everything whole heartedly
my first act before you think before you speak before you fall
because falling comes with breaking comes with heartache
but i was yours.
i am yours.
your firsts.

so you will miss me more than i miss you
you will see me in every person who crosses your path just like i saw him in you
you will compare my blue green eyes to her brown ones and my touch to her hands
and you will not forget my name
or the way i tasted
or the way my laughter filled your dark room
or the weekends we locked ourselves in your room for hours and never needed anything outside those four walls
and you will regret
you will regret not memorizing the stretch marks that line my inner thighs
you will regret not engraving the memory of my eyes
you will regret not capturing the feeling of my head laid across your chest
our bodies tangled together
memorizing one another
and that is okay.

you were never mature enough to give as much as i was
you were never ready to skip the mistakes and the meaningless apologies
you were not ready to love me the way i needed
and that is okay.

when the next girl comes around you will notice her nose is slightly shaped differently than mine
it doesnt feel the same under your kisses
it doesnt crinkle the way you used to love mine to do
but you will love her anyways
and this time it will be the way i loved you
the way that knows how to love
is ready to love
the way that gives and expects nothing in return but still keeps giving
you will remember to cherish her and i hope she has already learned her lessons as well

and when you realize we could have been everything you ever promised me we would be
when you wake up one morning and piece together the puzzle that was our mess
when you finally understand that this love could’ve changed the world
i will smile in your direction and wish you the best
because we all needed those lessons,
i just wish i didnt have to be yours.
Jul 2019 · 186
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chloee Jul 2019
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shadow puppet reflections of our memories dance around every corner i encounter
because i shared them all with you
Jun 2019 · 151
good morning
chloee Jun 2019
waking up to you doesnt call for alarm
clocks and coffee
it calls for sleepy smiles before the sun is even up
trailing soft kisses across each others skin
feeling
learning
remembering
engraving
every part of the other
its impossible to not be a morning person
when my mornings begin with you
my insomnia isnt so bad if youre the one im next to
you see mornings without you are colder
i wake up slower
my body searches for yours like it knows its you it wants to be next to
and im not saying our bodies have to be entangled
im not saying our hands or our lips need to be all over each other
im just saying your presence feels a lot like safety
feels a lot like something im always searching for
feels a lot like home
so when i say i miss you i mean i miss you
not just your body
or your kisses
or your hands on me
i mean i miss you
and the way you make me feel
i miss how easily i drift off knowing youre near
i miss shaking from my sleep but calmness covering me because youre there
and yes
i love coffee
and ive always loved sun rises
but theres something about slow sunday mornings with you
theres something about feeling you next to me
theres something about you
that makes everything that much more surreal
makes everything that much easier
makes each moment worth remembering
and i may not always believe in a god
but i pray
and i pray
and i pray again
that my mornings will be filled with you
and your sleepy smiles
and your soft kisses
and more of you
because im not sure ill ever find a person or a place that feels more like home than you do
and i definitely dont want to
so i hope theres a god listening
and i hope we make it till the end
because waking up without you is not something i want to get used to
its a dreadful morning
filled with alarm clocks and too sweet coffee
when instead i want the sun to shine through the blinds
and see
you and me
happy
see
you and me
together
see
you and me
every morning
safe and in love
Mar 2019 · 189
again
chloee Mar 2019
and it all restarts
you keep me up laughing until 2 am again
and i am ice in your warm palm
melting after just managing to return back to ice
my eyes always find yours no matter where we are
they know what home looks like
my mouth reflexes into a smile
they know where happiness lives
and i know
after months of swearing you off for the second time
third time
tenth time
i should move on
but you are written into the making of my being
and i know that no matter the fight
no matter the time we spend apart
no matter the hatred we swear we have for each other
we will always find our way back to one another
i will always spend one last night in your bed
and it will never be the last night
because you are where i belong
we could be in any city
in any galaxy
in any lifetime
and you are who i would be looking for
i am cold without you
distant
a person not too fond of love and thats not who i want to be
so im here
arms wide open
forever and always
regardless of what anyone has to say
and i know you’re right there too
ready to take on the world with me
Nov 2018 · 219
a reminder
chloee Nov 2018
its okay to be broken before you find time to heal
its okay to cry yourself to sleep
two nights in a row or ten
its okay to feel like you’ve lost everything
and to mourn that
to lock yourself in your room to avoid any sunlight
but you have to get back up
you have to remind yourself that you were fine before and you will be fine after
you have to start smiling at puppies again
and craving your favorite foods
you have to start living again
despite the ache your body has not to
because things will get better
one day youll wake up and forget the way the tears tasted
youll wake up and forget you were ever in pain at all
youll wake up and be okay
but thats only if you allow yourself to be

so yes
cry
cry an ocean and label it with his name
but remember that it is still your ocean
remember your body built something so beautiful without him
promise yourself that one day
youll sail across that ocean
and never even remember his name
yes
hide in your room
forget what sunlight feels like
so that when you finally decide to
re-emerge
youll relearn how sunlight feels
and this time it wont be attached to his name
but attached to your survival
yes
miss him
write poems solely about the color of his eyes
and the shape of his smile
and then remind yourself that only you have the ability to paint him that pretty
that beautiful
only you have the ability to turn thunderstorms into sunlight
so do it

remember
that its okay to be broken
its okay to wish yourself away
but only for a little while
you must remember
that time will not stop for your sorrow
and you shouldn’t stop for him
remember
there will be days when all you feel is the absence of his love
but the days that follow will show you that the absence of that is better than the presence
remember
if you are strong enough to be vulnerable to his love
you are strong enough to live without it
so do
Jun 2018 · 227
my poetry
chloee Jun 2018
my poetry became less about loving you
and more about missing you
not allowing myself to say your name
in hopes i would forget it

my poetry became less about being with you
and more about being without you
reminiscing on cold nights
but refusing to acknowledge you were the missing warmth

my poetry became less about needing you
and more about needing to move on
forgetting to water the dying parts of myself
hoping they were the parts still attatched to you

my poetry became less about loving you
and more about trying not to
ignoring the ache my body had for yours

in hopes it would vanish
just like you managed to do.
Jun 2018 · 691
last chance
chloee Jun 2018
you were my secret
my late night thoughts
my hidden glances
his hands were on my body but i only felt your absence
heartache is unexplainable when you trap words inside your stomach
digest them and oppress them
become an empty void of unsaid apologies
i never wanted to swallow you
or this
or us
but you became my secret
you became my what ifs
and my second guesses
i allowed everyones opinions to fill the void you left
kept my eyes opened when he kissed me so i wouldnt see you
you have been my nothing for so long
yet somehow still my everything
and i want so badly to undo it
to go back to captured moments with the two of us smiling
i crave nothing but your lips
and your time
and you
so please
grab my hand and trust this one last time
jump head first into something thats already broken the both of us
and lets hope it mends the both of us
please
just give this one last chance
and i promise to love you with everything in me
Sep 2017 · 235
Drive
chloee Sep 2017
drive away
way too fast
"where are we going?"
far away from the darkened past

graze my skin
with your hand
it's called an adventure
when it isn't planned

darkened streets
lit by small light
and that smile of yours
that's so very bright

i looked at you
and my heart skipped a beat
your lips touched mine
nothing has ever tasted so sweet

your half smile
your bright blue eyes
they make me forget
all his lies

so hold me tight
and kiss me slow
you don't have to love me
just don't let me go
Jul 2017 · 209
with everything in me
chloee Jul 2017
i want to memorize every inch of your body but also every inch of your mind. i want to know how many freckles you have across your back but also whether you believe in heaven and hell. i want to hold your body close as our breathing becomes in sync but also hold your secrets deep inside of me. i want to kiss your mouth so many times you memorize the taste of me but also say so many words to you that you can replay my voice in your mind when im not around. i want to love you with my heart, body, soul, and mind and i will do everything in my power to make you feel that love.
Thank you
Nov 2016 · 368
Fatal attraction
chloee Nov 2016
she hurt us

We talk about the scars
That she gave us
The deep cuts and betrayals
That were caused by her lust

We mention the nightmares
That keep us awake
The crying and the screaming
All the happiness she tries to take

we will be okay*

We laugh together
Trying to forget the past
Having fun and helping each other
This friendship is the one to last.
Don't trust what you see:)
Nov 2016 · 386
Dont speak.
chloee Nov 2016
We keep quiet
Scared of the truths we might say
Shut our mouths and close our eyes
Hoping the day will fade away.

We say nothing
Too Terrified to speak our mind
Look away and wipe the tears
Searching for the hope we'll never find

We look away
Worried about what they think
Walk away and zip our lips
Our lives flashing away in a blink
Nov 2016 · 551
Untitled
chloee Nov 2016
Blank paper
Suicidal thoughts
Broken heart
Stomach in knots

Shakey hand
Bitter soul
Constant frowning
Black hole

Empty promises
Sleepless nights
Constant tears
Endless fights
Nov 2016 · 536
Acceptance comes last
chloee Nov 2016
It hurt.
Like a deep aching in a heart, I never knew I had.
I cried.
Like a river flowing after a rain, that got too bad.
It stung.
Like a bunch of bees, defending
their stash of honey.
I yelled.
Like a lady, after someone had taken all her money.
It got better.
Like a rainbow coming, after a deadly rain.
I healed.
Like a women in church, after dealing with too much pain.
Nov 2016 · 283
Maybe.
chloee Nov 2016
Maybe I'm confused,
Or maybe it's just for fun.
Maybe it doesn't matter,
Or maybe you're the one.
Oct 2016 · 290
Listen
chloee Oct 2016
No one ever listened
But I swear I had something to say
I kept my emotions bottled up
Day after day

I sung to the choir
And preached to the church  
But congregations built walls
And the stain glass still hurts

Why do we have freedom of speech
If no one hears
My problems aren't fading
And neither are my tears

I turn to my notebook
Tears streaming down my face
I write and I write
But I won't leave any trace ---
Oct 2016 · 277
Stop it.
chloee Oct 2016
Stop.
Stop letting them get to you
Stop letting then control your life
Stop allowing them to mock you
Stop allowing them to ruin your day
Stop making excuses for them
Stop making yourself feel bad for their poor judgement
Stop trying so hard to please them
Stop trying so hard to not be yourself
Stop being what you aren't
Stop being them
Stop.
Sep 2016 · 376
Parents who cried divorce
chloee Sep 2016
Wait.
Again?
Broken record some might say...
You're together then you're not
Which one is gonna stay?

Oh.
Him?
Some might consider it a sin...
Hes hurt you and you've hurt him
You're shocked he did it again?

Stop.
Its over?
Too many people call you bluff...
You love her then you hate her
But you think you've had it tough?

The children.
They hurt?
They've cried and then they've healed
But their scars will never be mended and certainly not sealed
Sep 2016 · 364
Paces and faces
chloee Sep 2016
Hurry, run
They all smell fear
Don't look now
They're drawing near

We flee from those
Who tower in the halls
The ones who mock us
And push us into walls

They copy our walks
And our looks of fear
We quicken our pace
And rapidly wipe the tears

"Dont be so childish"
"Want a clean slate?"
"We will stop when we want to"
But it might be too late

They see our scared faces
Rushing in the halls
But they don't see the blood streaked arms
That stay inside our room walls.

Hurry, run
They all smell fear
Dont look now...
Shh its too late my dear.
Mar 2016 · 918
collapsing
chloee Mar 2016
yesterday things were going pretty great
I loved you and you loved and we both called it "fate"

tonight I sit here whipping away my tears
scared that we wont be together for the rest of our years.

you say she didn't mean it, and that everything is fine
but even her best friend said she wanted this the whole **** time.

im tired, im sad, and im really not ok
not that I would tell you that, you feel really far away.

it all just collapsed, ended all to fast
Im not ready to think of us as something in the past.

can we just undo that night, pretend it was all fake
I really cant lose you or us, I hope that's not a choice either of us make.
Mar 2016 · 441
26ish years old
chloee Mar 2016
i cant wait to say that you
are perminatly mine
to look at you and know that you are
the only love ill ever need to find.

to wake up next to you
every single day
to sit with you on the couch
look you in the eye and say

"i love you more today
then i ever have before
and the longer we are together
ill only love you more"
Mar 2016 · 604
over
chloee Mar 2016
i hate to start this poem out
with the word goodbye,
but its time for us to both move on
and i say so with a sigh.

i wont forget the things we did
and all the memories we share
you will always be a part of me
and remeber ill always care.

i know we ended on bad terms
and things didnt go as planned
but please cherish all the good things we did
for all those things are grand

im done with hating you
for breaking my heart in half
and im glad we can talk some now because
you can always make me laugh.

im happy with the memories
the talking on the phone all night
but im happy now that we have both moved on
and there no longer is a fight

i am thankful for the lessons you taught me
and the all memories we have
so goodbye my first almost love
ill never forget our past.
Feb 2016 · 1.0k
Be mine forever¿
chloee Feb 2016
You make my world bright
You make my love true
Nothing seems right
Unless I'm with you.

You're amazing  
And you're perfect in every way
I love you with all my heart
And hopefully forever you will stay.
Feb 2016 · 389
dreams <3
chloee Feb 2016
when i dream about my future
you are always there
smiling as we make eye contact
and playing with my hair

our kids running around the room
playing a game of hide and seek
as you pull me closer
and kiss me on the cheek

Laying down beside you
Each and every night
Exchanging so many I love yous
Getting over every fight

I hope for all these things
To one day come true
And I know everything will be perfect
As long as it's me and you
Jan 2016 · 910
our kids will be friends.
chloee Jan 2016
I'll always be here for you
when the days get really tough
when the nights without sleep
are beginning to get to rough.

I will listen to you rant
about how the world is so unfair
and ill try to make you better
because honestly I care.

you're one of the reasons I smile
and you help me so much
I hope the life you're living
is one that I have touched

I hope when times are good
that you think of me
and I hope when times are bad
you know i'll never leave

because like our song says
"ill never let you down"
I love you with all my heart
and I'm glad you have stuck around.
Always here for you
Jan 2016 · 474
preparing for the end
chloee Jan 2016
killing me slowly
yet giving me air
making me happy
but filling me with despair.

I love what we are
and I hate what we aren't
this thing that we have
is tearing me apart.

I cant decide
whether its real or its fake
I'm sick of the questioning
yet leaving would be a mistake.

although I'm aware that
this love is probably true
I still have a sickening feeling
like I have the flu

but I think I plan
to stay around for a while
maybe one day you will
walk me down the aisle.
Jan 2016 · 436
snow falls, hearts break.
chloee Jan 2016
Soft flurries come down from the sky
Looking closely you notice the twinkle in her eye.

She recalls the days when she was young
Wishing for snow storms and catching the soft flakes on her tounge.

She danced in the whiteness the purity rubbing off on her
The memories go cold and it all becomes a blur.

She remembers feeling joyful as the snow feel all those Years ago,
but now the word joyful is a word she doesn't know.

The soft flurries landing gently and soundlessly on the ground
Reminding her of the piter patter of his heart, her favorite sound.

She remembers all the times that they spent together,
And suddenly snow was her least favorite type of weather.
chloee Jan 2016
Walk on water
Breathe in air
When will everyone
Start to care?

The bad decisions
The silly rhymes
Im not ok
Although I've said it a million times.

I just want
For you to notice
To take my hand
And fix my brokenness

But I'll just sit here
Alone and unaware
Since no one here
Seems to care
Jan 2016 · 3.3k
dragonfly haiku
chloee Jan 2016
summer sky beats down
on the pretty, fragile wings
the dragonfly gleams
Jan 2016 · 889
demonstration.
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.
Jan 2016 · 394
distraction?
chloee Jan 2016
you say you love me a lot,
and i believe you,
but if she had wanted you first,
shes who you would belong too.
Jan 2016 · 358
bloody veins.
chloee Jan 2016
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.
Jan 2016 · 337
roses and violets.
chloee Jan 2016
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.
Dec 2015 · 285
The Labyrinth
chloee Dec 2015
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 —