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Chloe Hyer Poem
“No Warning”
He left.
No fight.
No warning.
Just vanished
like love was a switch
he got bored of leaving on.
And I stood there
mid-sentence,
mid-heartbeat,
mid-trust
watching everything I believed in
turn to static.
It wasn’t just the leaving.
It was the silence.
The nothing.
The way he made it feel
like I wasn’t even worth
a goodbye.
That was the last straw.
Not the worst thing
that’s ever happened to me,
just the thing that tipped the weight
I’d been carrying
like a secret.
Now I sleep like I’m drowning.
Wake up already exhausted.
Smile like I’m not unraveling
underneath my hoodie and headphones
and all these layers I wear
so no one sees me breaking.
I say “I’m fine”
with the same mouth
I used to say “I love you.”
But now both feel like lies.
I don’t trust people.
Not after that.
Not after giving someone my heart
only to watch them
drop it like an afterthought.
I don’t open up.
I shut down.
I make jokes.
I say “lol”
while thinking about how loud
the quiet has gotten.
I cancel plans.
I flake.
I drift.
Because I don’t have the energy
to pretend I care
when I barely remember
how it feels
to feel at all.
This isn’t a phase.
It’s not edgy.
It’s not rebellion.
It’s depression
with glitter on top
so no one calls it what it is.
I’m in my
“don’t expect anything from me”
era.
The one where I ghost myself
before you can.
The one where love feels like a trap,
and safety
is a lie I don’t buy anymore.
He left with no warning.
But the fallout?
The aftershocks?
That’s the part
I’m still cleaning up
in silence.
Copyright © Chloe Hyer | Year Posted 2025
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Chloe Hyer Poem
I loved loud.
Not in volume —
in intensity.
In showing up.
In remembering the little things you forgot you ever said.
In texts at 2am because I couldn’t sleep
without making sure you were okay.
I loved in playlists.
In forehead kisses.
In “did you eat today?”
and “text me when you get home.”
I loved in the way I bent
to fit the shape of your storms.
Let them pour through me
and still called it sunshine.
And you —
You smiled,
like you liked it.
Like you wanted to be chosen that hard.
Until you didn’t.
Until my love
started feeling like pressure.
Like too much.
Like a weight
you couldn’t carry
because you never planned on holding it that long anyway.
I loved too much.
Too deeply.
Too fully.
But what the hell is “too much”
when you’re giving someone everything
and hoping they stay?
Too much should be enough.
But instead,
you got quiet.
Started backing away
like my love was a fire
and you were just close enough to feel the warmth,
but not enough to burn.
And I?
I caught fire.
I turned myself to ash
trying to make you comfortable.
I apologized
for being the girl who gave a damn.
For loving in full color
When you only wanted grayscale.
So now I sit here
With this heart that still beats too loud
In a world that wants it quiet.
And I wonder…
What do you do
with a love that was never wrong,
just too much
for someone
who never planned
on staying?
Copyright © Chloe Hyer | Year Posted 2025
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