For Chloe Poem by matt hartwell

Forget this insecurity.
They’re all living in the myth of reality.
The sun’s gone down and isn’t coming back.
Watch the ground as the smiles pass by.
Forget the stares; hold onto this crutch of mine.


Are you really hearing me?
All you seem to look at is the waves,
Crashing and weathering down on me.
The tears sinking deep within.
Is this jealousy really such a sin?

I’d give up so much to be so little.
Such a small grasp of mythic reality.
Hating the way they look at me.
I’d give so much to be so little.

To wear a mask of reliability.
Lie and say, yea ill be alright.
There’s no solution for tonight.
The sun’s gone down and isn’t coming back.