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 Mar 2014 Beatrix Green
Emma
I have this thing
Growing deep inside me
Coursing through my veins
Like a ****

It's attached to my heart
Making me emotionless,
helpless, heartless

Because it's eating away
At the beating thing
That keeps me breathing
And keeps me going
But it's slowly getting
Smaller

-e.w.
We kissed to The 1975
Tangled in the bed comforter
I can still feel my lips around your tongue
You hand on my leg
Kneading it with contained need
My fingers brushed your belt buckle
I drew away and rested it on your hip
Your knee was between my legs
My thigh was between yours
Good thing your room was cold
I could feel my cheeks getting red and hot
My lipstick wore off on your neck
Around the bruises I left
Afterwards we just laid there and breathed
In
Out
In
Out
Inhaling each others exhale
We are going to do great things
You kissed the raspberry sorbet off of my worn mouth
Then led me out to my car
Smiled
And melted my heart
I hung out all day with my babe. I'm kind of nervous for the results of this poem....
what
if the reason
people are attracted
to each other is because we were once together
as atoms as elements, as stars? What if we once belonged to each other
in our souls and we can feel it? Because I must have been
scattered across the universe in order to feel for so
many people. You were my first love, always
will be. Did                                   you feel it
too?
Would you let me love all of you?
Not just for your quirks and flirty quips,
But also for the way new galaxies are discovered
By just peering into your eyes,
And how you make any flower bloom when you talk.

Would you let me love all of you?
Every single thing about you,
Not just what you're comfortable with,
Like how your voice sometimes breaks up,
Or how you get all emotional when you least expect it,
And how you crave ***, like every other sentient being.

Would you let me love all of you?
From your big toes to your sharp nose,
From your speech tone to your singing voice,
From your nerdy half to your silly self,
From your depressed moments to your blissful days,
Even the part of you that doesn't love herself.

Would you let me love you, *all of you?
Happiness is like the phases of the moon.
It slowly builds up until it reaches its peak.
But right after that, there's an emptiness
that cannot be explained.
Like all your happiness just vanished,
faded, went away.
And you're left with nothing, in the dark,
trying to start the process once again.
I am a television show with no viewers,
a band with no audience,
a book with no readers,
a speaker with no listeners,
a tour guide with no tourists,
a website with no users.

Whatever lies within me
is unbeknownst to the world.
Whatever I have to offer,
goes by unnoticed.

I am a passport with no picture,
a street with no name.
I  tend  to  disappear  from  people's  lives,
No matter how important they are,
Or how great they make me feel.
I  tend  to  disappear  from  people's  lives.

That is the one flaw I hate the most.
People start distancing themselves
Because I don't spend time with them.
I  tend  to  disappear  from  people's  lives.

Can you really judge me for being flawed?
Nobody's perfect, but I guess I'm less perfect
Than everybody else.
I  tend  to  disappear  from  people's  lives.

So if my friends are not pushy,
They will barely hang out with me,
And that's why I have a small number of friends.
I  tend  to  disappear  from  people's  lives.

A few months later, I reappear.
I expect them to act as they did before,
But I always find myself ousted, replaced.
I  tend  to  disappear  from  people's  lives.
As much as I try,
I cannot write.
Phantom words inhabit my mind,
And I am unable to write them down.
What is dead should stay dead:
My words are no more.
 Mar 2014 Beatrix Green
Emma
C-
 Mar 2014 Beatrix Green
Emma
C-
I'm a failure
A ****-up
I'm someone
Who will never get anywhere
With this stupid thing
Called life

Because I'm getting
That terrible
C- in Chemistry
Because I've never been good
At science

And I missed
Working on the project today
With my group
Who probably thinks
That I'm lazy now
Because somehow
It totally slipped my mind

I try my hardest
But things slip my mind
And I'm not the best
At science
Or math

But my dad
Expects so much of me
And my brain
Races with this idea
That I could actually
Turn out okay
That I could
End up leaving this hell
Called high school
And go to college
And be smart

But then I have
Days like this
Where I forget something
And that whole
Idea
Crumbles to the
Ground.

-e.w.
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