I hope that with this great deal of suffering you find strength
I hope that when you find something you love you chase after it like a scared little girl running away from everything she lost
Into something to love even more

I hope you cry
and I hope those tears turn into waterfalls that will one day turn into a big lake that provides breeding grounds for habitat and humanity

I hope you find a rainbow at the end of your storm
I hope you never find that *** of gold
but I hope you never stop searching

I hope you never stop running on a treadmill that leads you in circles

I hope whenever you are in a big city you always feel lost
And I hope you always know that there's warm between gusts of wind

I hope that city never becomes too predictable
I hope you keep wondering why you left

And most importantly, I hope you never leave what you loved here

Roses are red
Violates are blue
If I had a brick
I'd throw it at you
<3

It's funny
When someone changes you
And all your poems
Don't make you feel the same way anymore

But it's a sigh of relief
Your body feels light
Your heart is pounding
But you are calm
While you read all the old words
And can't feel their emotions

Your bones are empty
And your eyes are heavy
With tears that are only coming from
The deep place inside your body
That you haven't heard from in months
Months

Waiting was painful
Waiting so long for this to happen
But never imagined it would feel
Quite like this
You never dreamed
That you would be so happy

By Chloe Elizabeth

Humans have a great misconception that the earth was solely created for them

I've run out of words to use to make it seem like I'm okay.
The last time you kissed me you accidentally took my smile,
when you left you forgot to give it back.

I will never run out of things to say to you,
but I ran out of chances to say them months ago.

There will never be anything big enough to fill the hole in my chest.
The one that I've lived with for so long that it feels like I was born incomplete.

There is no dam powerful enough to stop the tears that reappear in the warm months like the leaves shed by the trees in the wintertime.
There is no joke funny enough to make laughter strong enough to keep the sadness at bay.

I wonder if I will ever feel more than okay,
if I will be able to find my smile without having to see you again.

It scares me that I might not.

Does my poetry
harm you?
I'm sorry
i only mean to
slip my blades on
myself
but sometimes
i forgot they hide
inside my thoughts
as well.

I crave a certain high,
the one I get
from the butterflies
that dance in
my stomach
whenever I see you.  
My parents warned me
about drugs on the street,
but never about the ones
with a heartbeat.