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Chloe Chilcutt Poem
They say,
“Distance makes the heart
grow fonder.”
And although
For me this quote is true.
It never was for you.
Distance has made my heart
Yearn for you,
More tenderly
Then I normally would.
I saw you everyday,
With this unrequited feeling
That could be seen as sadness.
But I enjoyed seeing your
Natural self
Without me.
Distance may make you forget me,
Or the memories captured.
But I see the life you're living,
Praying distance is making
Your heart grow fonder.
More fond than we ever were.
More fond than I am,
Which almost seems impossible,
Untrue.
My soul tied a rope
Around your name
And chained it to my heart.
No matter the miles i travel,
The steps i take,
Whether i’m ahead
Or behind you.
Distance makes my heart grow fonder.
I wish I could say the same about yours.
Copyright © Chloe Chilcutt | Year Posted 2024
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Chloe Chilcutt Poem
“Love is a losing game”
I never truly understood what it meant,
What it felt like.
I had never truly felt
Fondness.
I had an idea of desire,
What “win” was but never
Lose.
For me, I never lost that game.
Never truly participated.
The dealer at a table,
Playing the cards,
Never gambling.
Then I realized,
What it was like to lose.
For once, I made that bet.
The one time I gambled.
I took that chance.
And now I’m stuck,
In debt.
Wondering how to win again.
Win you.
You taught me to lose.
I lost your love, yet you’re winning.
Love was my losing game.
Copyright © Chloe Chilcutt | Year Posted 2024
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