What makes love?
   love can't be built, but it can be found.
Well then how do you find it?
   by not trying to look for it.

i saw him today,
walking by

i wanted to call his name,
or for him to look over
across the street,
and see me

i think i miss him,
but maybe not

after all,
you can’t erase feelings

you can’t erase love

i wonder if he misses me,
probably not

but i can’t go back,
i just

can’t.

I feel like I can’t write
like i’m nothing

i’m always tired
always needing
or longing

for comfort
or love

is it a relapse?
maybe i’m just lonely…

no
it’s probably a relapse

what is this life worth?

is it worth the clothes on my back
or the money in my pocket?

is it worth the friends that i have gained
and the lovers i slept with?

is it worth the tears that have fallen
or the smiles i have spread?

what is life worth?

and for the first time,
she was at peace
within
herself.

What time is it? I don't even know
Lemme just think so you won't let go
Take another drag
'nother hit
never quit
your love is like a drug & I'm addicted

Cause that nic is a tik & a tok
of a clock
so lemme rewind like the sound when you ****
the bullet
the gun
my ***

I'm sorry but I'm not yet done
when you say that you love me
do you really mean it?

Cause this sounds like a movie and I've already seen it.

Hey,

When'd you forget about me? When did I become a ghost to you?

I loved you every second of every day, even after we broke up. I still cry over you, and I still miss you. And I can't help but to think that you are perfectly okay and happy without me, but with your new girlfriend. Do you two love each other like we did? Do you love her more than you loved me? Or is she just a rebound? What's gonna happen during the summer? Are you going to go to the places you went with me? Is she going to stay on your left or right side? Because as far as I know, I was the only one to always hold your right hand and stay on your right side.

I still dream of driving to the Red Granite Quarry with you. One hand on the wheel and the other holding my hand. We have all the windows down and are blasting our favorite music. I dream of all the things we used to do, even if it was as simple as laying in the road in the middle of the night to stare at the stars.

I guess that's all I have to say for now. If I ever send you a letter, I'll add in a piece of your favorite gum.

                 <3 Emma
       sent with love, always and forever

How are you supposed to fill a book when you don't have any words left in your mind or letters on your tongue?

- if you know the answer please tell me :(:

why is everything longer now that I don't have you next to me?
<3 Em,
         forever & always

It's gotten to the point where I can barely write. I broke when I saw you at that first rehearsal. I couldn't handle it. I still haven't recovered.

Help me find
an escape

I need
a reason to live
a reason to love

Help me escape from
my anxiety
the pain
the guilt
the sorrow
the judgment
the everything

let me live
without being present

and let me die
without the heartbreak.

"what's wrong?"
                "nothing and everything at the same time."

Roses flood in the stream
As he brushes his hands
Over the water

His eyes are plastered in her mind
As she watches a smile
Soften his face

They used to dream of each other
Of meeting and touching and hearing

And now that they have that,
They are so deeply in love.

and in that moment
she knew she would never see him again
would never hold his hand
hear his voice
or kiss his lips

in that moment,
she broke.

im sorry i broke your heart.

She caught his staring
again, and again
but he doesn't
stop staring,
because he wants to come back,
but she won't let him
and that breaks her,
more than it breaks him.

you are my never showing sunshine

his eyes
burn into her's
yet she does not look back
because if she does,
her heart,
will break once again.

you
    noun.

Something I loved deeply,
but lost deeper.

The man lives such a life,
that the sun is his wife

He sits on the stair,
watching as she brushed
love through her hair

The trees whisper of her beauty,
and the wind heads echos of her voice

Chills run through the grass,
for summer has taken its mass.

"you're beautiful!"
       - he said
                        "thank you."
                             - i reply
          "no i'm not."
                 - i think to myself

let me into
your heart
its beating
is unnatural

let me fix it
with my tinkering tools,
and super glue

your heart will be
as good as new,
because i have given my heart
to you

but it looks as though,
you have broken mine too

you return to me
me heart in pieces
hearts,
i have learned
cannot be fixed
no matter how strong the glue,
of love is.

when will i be good enough
will i be good enough when i get straight a's
or when i graduate at the top of my class
or when i have a job
or when i have lots of friends
or when i dont make mistakes
or when i get enough sleep
or when i can finally play that one piece in symphonic band

when will i be good enough
when can i finally say that i was sucessful

i want to be good enough

but i dont know how to get there

Healing is a process
in which one must live
through the pain

Even on the darkest days
they must find a light
to guide them

Healing is a process
in which one must forget
the bad times
and the good times

One must learn from those
mistakes
memories
feelings

You have to hide away
the pain and the guilt

Stuff the memories
and gifts
and pictures
and keepsakes

In a box
under your bed
or in the back of your closet

I pushed away those feelings
and the memories of him
of us
and replaced it with the love from and for
my friends
family
and myself

I will love myself more
than you had ever loved me

I will be strong
for those who are still weak

and when someone brings you up
I'll say

"Oh yeah, I know him. He used to be a friend of mine."

But now he's a memory

Now he's a stranger

From which I must heal.

my vision is blurry,
my music is static,
my phone isn't buzzing,
for i am alone in my world of
dark,
black,

nothingness.

Drowning in a salty lake
A lake of my own tears

I weep when I see
The swan shimmering in the sun

I wish I could be like you, I say.

The places we met in the dark look different in the day,
As if they had never been places at all...

I know
how much you must hate me
right now
you have plenty of reasons to be,
and honestly,
I would be mad
and annoyed too
if I were you

because I still have
your phone number
written down

yet even after all this time
I could never
bring myself to throw it away

and for some reason,
I still care about you,
yet I know that I shouldn’t.

So go ahead,
be mad at me
walk away from me.

But when you’re beaten down
and heartbroken,
don’t come running back to me
looking for comfort,
because you won’t find it
in me.

I thought,
getting rid of
everything with you in it
and not having to see it
would make it
easier to forget you

but it didn’t
it made it harder
I need to talk to you,
ask you questions,
apologize,
but I can’t
because my phone
has no memory of
You.
But I do.

I thought I knew
your phone number by heart
and maybe your social media name,
was engraved below your number

but it isn’t
because my mind
did everything it could
to erase you

I thought I could forget you,
but I can’t.

What does heartbreak feel like,
you ask

Well,
it feels like some is ripping you heart,
out of your chest
it feels like dying,
from the inside out

Darkness,
becomes your best friend
and nobody else can make you feel better.

you say you love me yet you make me cry. you say you want to make me feel safe and welcomed at your house yet you dont do anyting to make a change. you say you want to spend time with me yet you dont make plans. you say that me and my sister come before everything else yet you would rather work or be with your girlfriend.

love your heartbroken daughter

4/26/21
Dear Mike,

Do you still love me? Because when you said you wouldn't have enough time for a relationship, and that it was unfair to me, I believed you. It was difficult as first, but I started to move on, and get better. I was happy and felt as if I could handle a relationship. But then I found out that you had a new girlfriend. And it broke me. I was upset, confused, and sad. I didn't understand how you could make time for her but not for me. I thought to myself, "Why am I not good enough? How and why is she better than me?" And then I found out that she wrote a book, and that hurt even more, because you know that I write.

And the more I think about it, the more I realize that the breakup was one-sided. You broke up with me, and I convinced myself that it was mutual. So now I'm sitting here thinkng, was she one of the reasons we broke up? Did you not want to be with me anymore? And Mike, did you ever try to reach out to me? Because I don't think you did. At least, it doesn't feel like you did. And what hurts even more is that I still love you. And if you asked me to be your girlfriend, I would say yes without any hesitation. I didn't get any closure, and so far, all it's done is hurt me. I still keep the polaroids in a box under my bed, along with everthing else that I wrote for/about you, and the matching anklet. Do you still wear yours? Or did you throw it away when you started dating her? Do you still keep out the painting that I made for you? Do you wish deep down that you still had a picture of us together?

Or do you regret dating me? Do you regret loving me? When did you move on? Was it easy? Or did you cry yourself to sleep most nights? Is she a rebound, or do you really love her? Did you talk about your future together like you did with me? What about the wedding, or baby names, or where you two would live? Did you talk about college with her, and how you would stick together through it all? Because I know that we talked about all of those things. I remember all of those conversations. I remember when I got a panic attack and we went on a walk in the middle of the night and played with lego figurines and ate goldfish and slept on your trampoline. I remember when I would start crying and you would just hold me. I remember how deeply in love we were. Do you?

I'm thinking about publishing my poetry, by the way.

Love, Em

I'm drowning,
in my own tears
but you,
are walking on them.

It’s Christmas Eve,
and I’m ignoring my family
because it doesn’t feel right
to be out there
nothing feels right

I brush my fingers
through my hair,
trying to think
of what to write

Because right now,
I would rather be
with my friends for Christmas
but that’s just me

And this poem
may be bad,
but that’s just because,
there’s no inspiration
in my head
and I want
to go to bed;

So goodnight to all,
and to all a good night.

I’m not afraid
of your darkness

But I am
afraid of
mine.

I’m climbing,
always climbing
the wall of knowledge

but I think,
that I’ve been climbing
the wrong wall

the wall of love,
is calling my name,
and I see yours
at the top

So, I start climbing the wall
to get to you,
but this wall is so much taller,
and I can’t seem,
to climb is without you

So please help me,
and reach out your hand, and pull me to top
of the Wall of Love,

and let me,
lace my fingers
between yours

Because who cares
what say they say,
what they do,
when all I want

Is to be with you

My one wish,
Is to let our hands collide,
with our fingers entwined

Help my wish come true,
and my heart
will forever belong to you.

you say you love me, and then you don't talk to me for months. you say you care about me, so why haven't you checked in on me?

| you're a liar |

but i can't stop thinking about him and how he's loving her and kissing her and hugging her and looking at her like he did with me.

I search for you
in the shadows of the trees
and under the light of the stars

illuminated by the street lamps
is a heart on the pavement

in pieces

I search for you
night after night

Even though
I knew you won't be there.

But still,
I expect to see you
sitting on the hill,
waiting,
smiling,
longing for my touch.

Every day without you
is a day I wish not to live

I can't breath
when you are gone

I cry at night,
under the covers in which we laid

I search for your body next to me,
only to find the cold sheets,
thrown away from me,
like you had gotten up,
and never returned.

What lies in your head, my love?
is it
regret
sorrow
pain
love
indifference
numbness,
or have you forgotten,
the way I loved you?

And the way you loved me more.
come home, darling,
and rest your heavy heart,
on my shoulder.

Tuesday, 4/20/21 @ 8:21pm

Once upon a time, the good guy lost. Overtook with silence, dispair, and defeat. Evil looked Good in the eyes and said, "No, not this time." Evil walked away, leaving Good to dry in the sun. Jack, you lying son of a b*tch. You may have won this battle, but wars don't end there. Watch out, cause I'm stronger than ever and filled with confidence and willpower that you cannot take away. So, Evil may have won in chapter 3 of this tale, but darling, there are so many pages left .

A stranger
A crush
A friend
A lover
My lover
My heartbreak
My man not in the mirror