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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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“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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We’d wake with numbers stitched beneath our skin,
a quiet countdown no one dares to pin,
each step we take subtracts what we can’t see,
a life measured in what’s left to be.
You’d learn the weight of saying “stay a while,”
when “while” could cost a month just for a smile,
and conversations wouldn’t wander far—
small talk is cheap, but truth leaves scars.
The desperate trade their years to feel okay,
the wealthy barely notice lost decay,
a handshake might require a piece of you,
a debt collected in what you once knew.
But I would spend it all without a plea,
no fear of what that emptiness might be,
because a fleeting second in your light
outweighs an endless, borrowed night
Copyright © Chloe Hyer | Year Posted 2026
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anxiety creeps and steals my sleep,
depression drags the soul too deep.
Breaths are heavy, nights are long,
thoughts collide, a jumbled song.
Yet still a spark refuses to die,
whispering softly, “you’ll survive.”
Copyright © Chloe Hyer | Year Posted 2026
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I feared the scars within my heart
Old wounds kept every hope apart
Your gentle voice broke through my fear
You showed me love could still be here
You stayed when shadows filled my mind
You loved me slow, and you were kind
You helped my heart believe again
That love can heal what once was pain
Copyright © Chloe Hyer | Year Posted 2026
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You didn’t ask me
to forget the past.
You didn’t pretend
the scars weren’t there.
You just stayed
long enough
for me to start
to unlearn.
Unlearn
that love means waiting
for the moment it turns cold.
Unlearn
that being chosen
is something temporary.
Unlearn
the habit of bracing myself
every time I speak
like my words might push you away.
You helped me unlearn
the way my heart learned
to apologize for existing.
Because you love me
in ways that feel steady.
Not loud promises
that disappear tomorrow.
Just quiet proof
over and over again.
You wake up
and choose me.
And somehow
that simple thing
is rewriting everything
I thought I knew about love.
You help me unlearn
the idea
that I have to shrink
to be loved.
You help me unlearn
the fear
that every good thing
is about to end.
And slowly
my heart is learning
new things too.
Learning that love
can feel safe.
Learning that I don’t have to run.
Learning that sometimes
the right person
doesn’t just love you—
they stay
long enough
to help you unlearn
all the ways
you thought you didn’t deserve it.
Copyright © Chloe Hyer | Year Posted 2026
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they say if you love someone, let them go, uh no,
if you agree to let them go then what do you know
If I truly love them, then why wouldn't I do anything to keep them
why would love mean letting silence creep in
Isn’t true love supposed to be undying?
not bending to distance, not quietly denying
is it really love if i’m not trying
everything in my power to make them stay?
to bend, to bend again, but never break away
hands don’t have to squeeze,
to stop a pulse from slipping ease
care can be quiet, steady,
a root that digs deep, ready
What I’m trying to say is i’d fight every single day
cause if you truly love someone
love doesn’t choose silence, it chooses to stay
letting them go ain’t love, it’s giving in
letting go doesn’t always mean courage
sometimes it’s a shadow dressed in disguise
love can inhale and exhale,
fill a room without a cage or jail
and if someone walks away,
it’s not because love broke,
it’s because love was never meant
to vanish like smoke,
to prove it could hold or soak
love can be soft, firm, alive,
steady and awake, ready to thrive
and if someone stays,
it’s not because hands tightened,
it’s because hearts knew the ways
to remain, to bloom,
to keep the fire brightened
Copyright © Chloe Hyer | Year Posted 2026
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What are feelings for, I ask the night,
why do they burn so sharp and bright?
Why give a heart the will to care
if pain is always waiting there?
What are emotions meant to do
when all they seem to do is bruise?
They rise like storms inside my chest,
then leave my thoughts in such a mess.
Why give us love that breaks in two?
Why trust a heart that once was true?
Why let hope begin to grow
if loss is all we come to know?
For a while I thought the cure
was building walls that would endure—
to silence every fragile part
and lock away my stubborn heart.
But empty rooms are cold and wide,
and quiet echoes live inside.
No joy can bloom where none remain,
when we erase both love and pain.
So maybe feelings serve a role—
to wake the beating of the soul.
For though they hurt and make us bend,
they help our broken hearts to mend.
And maybe every tear we cry
is proof our hearts are still alive—
because a life that feels the sting
can also feel the joy love brings.
Copyright © Chloe Hyer | Year Posted 2026
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stress feels like a weight on my chest
like something pressing down on my lungs
and anxiety whispers worst-case scenarios
into every quiet moment
sleep doesn’t come easy anymore
it breaks apart in the middle of the night
leaving me staring at the ceiling
counting worries instead of sheep
my mind runs in circles
overthinking every word, every action
every possible thing that could go wrong
until my head feels too loud to exist in
some days i smile and pretend i’m fine
say “i’m okay” like it’s automatic
while inside my heart is shaking
and my hands feel cold with fear
but i keep breathing
even when it feels tight and uneven
keep moving forward
even when anxiety tries to hold me still
because surviving days like these
takes more strength than anyone sees
Copyright © Chloe Hyer | Year Posted 2026
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I love nothing more than I love you—
and that’s the part that scares me the most.
Because it means I’ve placed you
at the center of everything I feel,
like my heart learned to orbit yours
without asking if it was safe.
I love nothing more than I love you—
more than my own quiet,
more than the walls I built
to keep myself from breaking again.
And I can feel them cracking.
You don’t even have to try—
it’s in the way you exist,
the way your voice settles into me
like it’s always belonged there.
And I know what that kind of love does—
I’ve lived through the aftermath of it,
the empty spaces,
the way everything echoes
when someone leaves.
But still…
I didn’t stop.
I love nothing more than I love you,
even knowing how much I could lose,
even feeling the fear
curling in the back of my chest.
Because if loving you
is the thing that breaks me—
then at least, for a while,
I got to feel something
this real.
Copyright © Chloe Hyer | Year Posted 2026
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