Chloe Marien

Hi, my name is Chloe. I am in 9th grade. I mainly write poems but dabble in other things as well. I often write about how I feel about certain things or interesting things. in this case, it's about what seems to be an unpopular opinion of mine - not liking summer.

Summer

I hate summer, I think I've always had, 

But apparently that's crazy, so it’s just on my behalf 

Should I laugh?

I hate the heat 

But you can accept your own defeat

There's not even ice left to eat

I hate the lies

The ones that cannot be covered up by mere butterflies 

But how about a disguise?

I hate 3 summers ago

Because I can't just take a metro

And it won't be the same - listening to the stereo 

I hate the wasted time 

The reverberation in my brain of the bird's and cricket's cries

“What about the fourth of July?”

I hate this loneliness

But there's this suffocation that I wouldn't call coziness

Why does this air have a smokiness?  

I hate summer, that's a guarantee.

I hate summer 

But apparently, it’s just me.