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Chloe Nowlin Poem
Every little word,
It used to attract me like honeysuckle in a mid-summers bloom.
The nectar that dripped from the flower smelt sweet, the beautiful yellow pollen that left a trace on everything it touched.
Every. Little. Word.
As the seasons changed,
I got used to you finding a new place to bloom and leave your mark there,
I'm fine sharing I think you're too beautiful not to share.
I always knew where to find you, near the smell of honeysuckle and sweet nectar.
After a while I found a new flower, one that caught my eye.
You didn't like that very much.
Your sweet scent captivated me, drawing me in closer.
I land closer to you only to realize you're no longer the sweet Honeysuckle I once knew.
Your mouth closes keeping me near,
you were so scared of losing me you drew me in with your sweet scent that now felt like poison beneath my skin,
your nectar is no longer sweet but rather bitter as it swallows me.
Your once yellow pollen turns to ash, no longer leaving that beautiful yellow trail,
but a trail of the remains of what you've stolen from me,
Copyright © Chloe Nowlin | Year Posted 2024
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Chloe Nowlin Poem
I've heard of the term dry drowning
But I never believed I could
Yet today is the day I'm left frowning
Because the person I thought could never leave would
So as the salt stains my face I wonder
Was this a result of my blunder?
Is this the ocean or tears?
This would be one of my worst fears.
To see the day my closest friend, who I would consider a sister
Could so easily up and leave as to no trace
the feeling is rather bitter
So as the salt stains my face...
Is this the ocean mist?
Or is this the repercussions of the words you've hissed.
As you continue your daily life
Know I am always on your side
Even if you make me cry.
Or even make me dive-
Into a world, full of thoughts
All these feelings I know you've brought
So as the salt stains my face.
I realize it was never my place...
We'll never move into our 2-bedroom dorm
Or get to dance in a thunderstorm.
We'll never travel around the world
Or be able to get our hair curled-
By one another for our wedding
And that is what I'm really dreading.
So as the salt stains my face
I knew it was never the ocean to take the place
Of the tears that stained my face.
Copyright © Chloe Nowlin | Year Posted 2024
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