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AUGUST
I saw you in class today for the first time,
You walked in and I thought I would burst into flames,
You sat down next to some other guy I don’t know his name,
And I think this must be what falling down a hole feels like.

SEPTEMBER
We passed by in the hallway today,
I think I might be going insane,
You were walking and so was I and I was so focused
On being normal–
That I forgot to say hi.

OCTOBER
The teacher grouped us together
And my heart skipped–
That’s called an arrhythmia and you can die from those,
Anyways,
Now I know you know my name
Even though I’ve always known yours.

NOVEMBER
The conversations began on a Tuesday,
At first about the project but then about me
About you
About school,
Did you know my favorite color is blue too?

DECEMBER
You texted me happy holidays,
And even though you have other girls
I imagined ice skating and cookie decorating,
And it was really
Really
Nice.

JANUARY
When school began I saw you and you saw me,
We were talking at lunch and I could have flown away,
You said something–funny but not enough to make me laugh,
So I only smiled, and then you stared at me for a moment,
“You have dimples.”

FEBRUARY
The project is over has been over,
And I think I must definitely be insane now
Because I took the long walk to class just to see you,
And then later when my phone buzzed and your name was there,
I thought this was torture but I loved doing it.

APRIL
“You like korean food?”
“Of course–”
“Maybe saturday?”
“What?”
“We can get some?”

MAY
In class when I saw you and everyone else saw you,
I wondered if they knew
That your smile is lopsided?
That your brow furrows when you’re confused?
Or that you hold hands tightly but not unbearably so?

JUNE
When we were in the parking lot
And the sun was setting
And you were there and we were eating and laughing and smiling,
I hope you know that all the insanity was worth it,
If it meant I would end up here.

JULY
“I might be crazy.”
“You’re not crazy.”
“Maybe a little.”
“I’d love you even if you were crazy.”
Quiet.
“I love you now you know.”
May 19 · 35
I'm in the doorway
chloe wren May 19
My parents sold my barbie house;
At noon a car drove onto my street and a couple climbed out
their daughter following;

                 (Don’t be sad.)

She wore a pink shirt with long sleeves a sparkly skirt that glinted joyfully,
Her hair was long and unbrushed not yet touched by the world,
She stood as children usually do behind her parents
Shy and quiet and young;

                 (I’ll still be here when the birds sing and the flowers bloom.)

The sun was golden when I stood in the doorway,
It flickered and glowed and showered in the girl’s hair
So that when I looked back out to watch my childhood be loaded away through their car’s door,
My younger-self smiled back at me.

                   (I’m not over–I just moved on.)
did my childhood end when the doorbell rang today?
May 16 · 34
pomegranate
chloe wren May 16
First;
Take me, in the cold winter
Of orange ended summer
Down, down deep to where you call home;

Second;
I choose this let me swear it,
I’ll whisper your name, my prayer,
Over, and over again I’ll choose you;

Third;
Where sweet juice once ran I vow,
To nourish and care with my lips,
Red, red sweetness replaced by red love;

Fourth;
I’ll wed you in hell and turn it to heaven
And sing out forever to any-our name our love-us,
So find, find me next to you-across from you-with you,
Forever I choose with each of these seeds.
(my fav greek myth)

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