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Sep 2018 · 192
for you.
Chloe White Sep 2018
i wrote a poem for you.
it had all the words i never knew how to say, written on a simple piece of paper.
i wanted to show it to you, and to declare my love.
but you didnt care,
so i hid my love until one day..
it all burned.
Jan 2018 · 226
tired
Chloe White Jan 2018
i am tired
not physically
but emotionally
and i dont know how much more i can take
im tired
tired of trying
tired if not being good enough
tired of everything
Jan 2018 · 143
Untitled
Chloe White Jan 2018
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Dec 2017 · 192
her eyes
Chloe White Dec 2017
its her eyes isn't it?
the way the sun shines in them.
sorry to say, but mine never did that.
its her smile isn't it?
the way the sight of it could make the most gloomy person,
happy.
I've never liked my smile.
its her personality isn't it?
the way she cracked jokes like cracking eggs on easter.
my jokes were  never funny.
its her.
its just her.
its always been her.
and im sorry my eyes don't grasp the sun like hers does.
Dec 2017 · 261
Untitled
Chloe White Dec 2017
staring off into space,
i think to myself..
do i have a place?
my mind is engulfed,
with the thoughts
of never fitting in..
Dec 2017 · 187
its always been cold air
Chloe White Dec 2017
I hate you.
I can’t not hate you.
The way I take my breath in through my lungs,
Hates you.
And yes it’s cold air.
That’s all I’ve been able to breathe in,
Since I met you.
Or dare I say,
Since you left me.
That warm September day..
But still you tell me
about that one girl
With the long blonde hair.
You know,
That one girl
You left me for
About how much better she is
You know
That one girl that makes me look in the mirror
At one o’clock in the morning
screaming,
Half expecting the mirror to answer me back like a human would,
“Why am I not good enough?”
Dec 2017 · 378
underlying beauty
Chloe White Dec 2017
you remind me of math.
so complex, and tiring.
sometimes i just want to give up on you.
you remind me of a caterpillar.
so care-free, and strong.
you remind me of poetry.
so many things said,
yet so many things left unspoken.
but like math, caterpillars, and poetry.
you just have to open your eyes a little,
be willing to understand,
be ready to be confused for a while..
to see the beauty underneath it all.
Dec 2017 · 168
32 degrees
Chloe White Dec 2017
the wind stills,
my heart hurts,
my head spins,
butterflies everywhere.
32 degrees is the temperature at which water freezes.
but to what extent does the heart break?
Chloe White Dec 2017
loneliness came without an invite.
loneliness came with a key.
loneliness came and took everything away.
my happiness being its priority.
loneliness came in waves,
and tonight i can barley stay a float.
i start to draw a picture,
with a blade, on my wrist.
loneliness decided to invite a friend to stay a while,
despair was his name.
he came suddenly,
yet i already knew he was there.
my head is pounding,
and the drum is too offbeat,
I've been so tired lately,
and not from a lack of sleep.
but from a lack of hope,
and a will to live.
loneliness came without an invite,
but then again..
doesn't it always?
Dec 2017 · 235
catch me if you can.
Chloe White Dec 2017
my mind is racing for a home it will never reach.
my heart is pounding to a drum,
but its offbeat..
my fingers tremble
like a broken-legged person,
crumbling from all the pressure.
my body is breaking,
like fine china,
falling off a shelf..
but this time,
there is no one there to catch me.
Dec 2017 · 140
starlight love
Chloe White Dec 2017
The stars.
They sparkle in the moonlight
They remind me of you.
Of how your eyes sparkle when you laugh,
Or when you hear or see or do something that makes you happy.
Saturn’s rings couldn’t be more beautiful than that..
The sun.
Just like the sun
I want to stare at your beauty all day
But I can’t
Because I'm scared
Of what might happen
But then there’s always those moments
When you build up the courage
Or
When you catch them off guard
Drawing.
And you see them smile, and the happiness sparkles in their eyes
And then you realize that unlike the sun,
You can look at him
Without feeling a burn.
Dec 2017 · 110
is this love?
Chloe White Dec 2017
He has this
Soft and brown
Perfect hair.
When we touch
Sparks just fly.
Flawless and
Exquisite
Butterflies
Inside out
Is this love
That I feel?
It can’t be
I'm too young
But it feels
So, so right
Everyone
Tells me that
I'm too young
To know love
But what if
They're just wrong
Oh what if
Maybe oh
Maybe they
Just have not
Felt this way
With someone
Before. So
These adults
Speak their minds
“Girl, this just
Is not love
You’re so young”
But I say
“You're so wrong”
This is love
And if I’m
Wrong, well love..
Then love must
Be wrong too

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