Chloë Poetry

23. Poet. Fairy. Lover. Dreamer.

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Sober/Relief

I get flashes of our first meeting

like airplanes you mistake for twinkling stars

covered in paint our glazed eyes met across a dive bar

it sounds like romeo & juliet but c’mon, let’s not go there

wooden steps and kanye west 

your mouth halfway inside me at 6 am on a spring morning

It was may

or was it april?

stumbling back into my arms in a place i used to call a sanctuary

rhintestones looking uglier up close but prettier the more liquid courage is poured

you made me realize that you look exactly like James Deen.

The porn star, not the actor. But I guess they’re both actors in a way. 

Endless games of nostalgia as testosterone completely surrounds me

1 out of 10

I became the Wonder Woman for 4 hours until I couldn’t see straight

And then that was it.

Maybe it’s the zip code. 

Maybe it’s because at the end of the day I’m just some stupid, alcoholic bitch who is only good at lying on my back and taking it.

One day, you’ll realize that  I want you to write your name with your tongue inside of my mouth so I can feel it every time I speak

and I want you to teach me how to pronounce my name again because I forget it from moaning your’s so many times

Relief came when numbers were lost amongst a pile of laundry and salty tears

Nail beds bloody

We could’ve stopped the universe, because we did every time we kissed. 

But for now, the breeze of the beach intoxicates you while I drink. And drink. And drink. 

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Last Week

Coming off the unbearably sweet high of our Nation's proud capital. I salute you. For bright mornings with fruit smoothies made so masterfully. Afternoons of stasis. Of quick showers and quick words on a condensed second floor. Straight intelligence and legitimate knowledge. Stories of brothers pranking in Palestine. "Can I have some?" asked so coyly when candy is available for adults. Thick hookah smoke burning my lungs and sapphire blues eyes. Old nicknames. Flying off the tongue like song lyrics we all know. Unfamiliar places, and familiar places. Habibi. As-salamu alaykum. Words my cerebrum forgot but heart did not. "Do you want coffee?" "Come here." "Kiss me." Your smile. Your home. Your hands. Your eyes. Nostalgia over taking our souls like baby pictures. I wish it could've lasted forever. But nothing does. And that's good, right? Too much of a good thing makes us greedy.

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adulthood

paths are crossed while others are being blocked with road signs neon lights on parkways blinding eyes how easily people come and go these days like sickness patterns and get learned and forgotten daily routines lost while olds ones are picked up like broken dishes gestures and words are re-gifted to the next birthday boy small fractions of memories stick like band-aids originality was lost three years ago love has become re-runs in syndication eventually the VHS of romance will deteriorate to fuzz and static running fast from the sopranos to baywatch not knowing where taste escaped lips on lips chewing and spitting double whiskeys all night and still feeling sober as the world around you falls into a drunken stupor like silk falling off a soft shoulder thoughts still present paranoia growing cigarettes are starting to be manifestations of thoughts this one's for my broken heart this one's because i'm drunk this one's because it's hot out and i'm bored when worse comes to worse sleep is always there until then no harness let's fall who cares if there's anything to catch us

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slotted spoon

You were a slotted spoon You appeared to be picking me up Cradling me to your lips Enveloping my body into yours I was too starry-eyed to see the giant holes in your arms Doing everything I could to nourish you Wanting your stomach full of warmth Letting me skip so easily down to the ground Disgusted, you turned away I'm still in the puddle on the ground

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messy hair and dirty plates

i sat up on a sinking down over-grown messy hair scratching my face and dirty plates piled in the sink memories of a year ago flitter through my memory like old film projecting sweeter and more saturated colors on a time I once loathed why do things always seem better when they're from the past? over-drawn lips new curves cracks and rolls our to-do lists never seem to be complete all we have is messy hair on our heads and a sink full of dirty plates

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The glove

Love

A glove that is too tight

Above

I'm told that you're right

Dove

my skins glows cobalt blue at night

Sick of

trying to catch a light flight

i always needed a light night

to keep the fight alright

one yellow light switch

it can make a place click

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Release

I release you The time we spent together was Crazy perfect beautiful You made me feel like the queen of the forest I fell in love with you in one night But I can't keep you And you don't want to be kept I wish you the best Thanks for taking me to the woods And for the sex

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daddy

you are my oak tree, the rock at the base of the oak tree and the river the flows beneath it

your generous shade keeps me cool when the sun berates me

you are thirsty but you ask for no water

instead you offer me hydration

you grow tall, but i see you beginning to wilt due to my negligence 

let me help you stay alive, you have to tell me

i'll die in the sweltering heat without our branches to protect me

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reset

Baby you always said I was bitter and insincere Sincerely I want you so intensely that I dream about it and wake up disappointed that we aren't still together.

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shut

my heart has turned to burlap

knotting itself up so it won't remain open

so it can't let you soften me up like purple wax in the sun

no more

you've spread your love so thin that i can see through it

blatantly watching you singing the same lullaby with your heart-shaped eyes to everyone 

and i still want you

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finish me

momentum and fragility builds in my legs and hands

my toes curl and empty air beneath them begins to buzz

an electrical current that is blue and gold begins to

make love 

and sends bolts up my vertabrae stopping at my

knees that are knobby and bruised

heart that is tired of being bitter

brain that is foggy from sleepless nights and false realities

the neurological star scape that erupts inside my head in that moments wipes away every doubt i have

for five minutes, i won’t care

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Creator

There’s a void inside my chest It’s vast and deep and penetrating My shoulders sink Gentle embraces and long kisses fill it up But in the end The creator was you

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sea foam

when we are together we don’t exist in air

we float 

in the ocean in the foam in the waves both curled and harsh with roaring vengeance and tucked in tendrils that offer teal foam to the parched sand

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Desire #4

I want you to teach me how to pronounce my name again because I forget it from moaning your's so many times

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Desire #3

I want to see your face and body's reflection amongst a hall of broken mirrors and still marvel in your steadfast opulence

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Go Away

When I tell you to go away 
Please don’t leave me 
I’m sorry I speak in crypts 
Protecting myself while I battle you 
It’s intentional but I always regret it 
Help me stop 
I can’t do it alone

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Desire #2

I want you to write your name with your tongue inside of my mouth so I can feel it every time I speak