Chloe is such a bitch
goth goddess sitting in the hall
listening to Terminal A
with her legs crossed on the yellow carpet
I'm feeling unsteady tonight
hopscotching through her foiled sushi
and blue socks
take me home Chloe
Chloe is so spooky
putting her makeup on at night
she rides her bike
down to Target to pick up more candles
and a synthesizer she found on sale
on my bed
painting her nails
in the complete dark
I do my best to light the candles
but she just blows them
out with her laughter
she becomes quiet
I reach out for her warm beautiful face
but she is not there
I can hear her moving
"goddamit Chloe get off the ceiling"
she laughs scurrying across
the acoustic tiles of my cold little room
it's not the drugs
not the coffee
it's not the craftmanship of my scars
it just feels so good to be with her
when I close my eyes
I'm not afraid to open them
because I know my beautiful witch
will be right by my side
whispering songs of The Cure into my mouth
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