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Emma Pickwick Apr 2014
Too much of a woman to keep being a girl.
Emma Pickwick Apr 2014
I've been ****** since I can remember.
Falling into the arms, hearts and wallets of all the men in my life
Who were double my age, but made me happy and free,
However short of a time.
I even loved them without any money.
The ones that bring me to the gas station and gift me,
With cigarettes, slurpees and 99 cent coffee.
Blow him bubblegum kisses from the passenger seat,
And kiss his lips while he drives us along the open highway.
I've only felt comfortable cradled in the arms of a lonely older man,
Whose bed has been empty on one side for years,
As if he had been waiting forever to meet me.
Light of his life, fire of his *****.
So young, I'll never learn.
I would die for them.
However wrong it may be,
However much I crave a long lasting, true love.
This kind of love will always be my favorite.
Emma Pickwick Apr 2014
i thought i'd find you at the bottom of a bottle.
i thought i'd find you in a stack of old photographs,
the ones i've been keeping away in my sock drawer.
i thought i'd find you in my dreams,
at the store,
at your house,
in my bed.
i thought i'd find you if i just looked long enough.
if i just looked long and hard,
at all the places you are and aren't and could be.
but i only seem to find you in my tears
after every long day,
that i've just spent looking
to find
you.
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