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Emilia B Apr 2019
Please tell me i'm not as forgettable
as your silence is making me feel
listlessness in conversation
The white sky, blank. Sour air.
No emotion, no feeling

The rustling of the music on the radio
voices coming in and out of frequency
almost like the faint voices of myself in my ear
calling, begging for me to get over it.

I thought we were tessellated,
but were both a handful of hexagons
that just don't sit right.

The days are going so slow,
but my heart is beating so fast,
thinking about us.

The truth is,
you could break my heart in two,
but when it heals it beats for you.
Because love defines all,
everyone needs love,
you would let yourself get hurt
go beyond and above
over and over again just to prove to yourself
that they are for you,
just accept it!

...But its not for me to say stop trying,
because if he came back i would most certainly
lay my clothes down for him to walk over.
He is precious.
And he knows it.
Emilia B Apr 2019
Should I care
should I not
look in your eyes
deep in thought

Feel your touch
On my skin
But now you're gone
All I feel is my sin

Of loving


if we never speak again atleast i told you about how i felt,
how much i love you
your mind
your mind
now i'm left behind
leaving the thought
of you touching my skin on my mind

Not a part of your heart anymore
mines sinking from the inside
i'm torn

I'm sore
so sore
how will i love anymore
Emilia B Apr 2019
I ****** in the streets
with my eyes
and my smile
it's an instinct if i haven't loved in a while

it's the most amusing
-to me, to tease
over-aged men
because i know they'll never see me again

Their sick minds of lust
they were left
they're alone
drinking lager, jacking off
to **** Hub on their phone

They should know better than to wink at the minor in the street.
Its gut wrenching to see
how many freaks you never really meet.
Emilia B Apr 2019
I'd like to love again
but you don't understand me
nobody does
but that's okay
i don't expect you to
i'm not mad
perhaps very sad
but only at myself

my love is odd
love is legacy.
Emilia B Apr 2019
How do you manage
to make my life a living hell
but still,
become the sun on my perfect days
and the moon on my sleepless nights.

I was so scared to confront the realisation of my use
in your life
was none.
Emilia B Apr 2019
Why
I went out of my way
Wasted my day
Just to make sure you were okay

I have feelings
It seems you don’t
It feels like you’ve shoved a knife down my throat

You said lets stop talking
Right after I gave you advice
It seems like I had no other reason in your life

I wanted to ask why but didn’t want to be a pain
But now theres so many thoughts going through my brain
What did I do
Is it me or you
No ******* reason just give me a clue

Why do I always let this happen
To myself and my heart
Why me of all people did you have to tear apart
You know what ive been through
You knew that I was scared
Gave me **** saying I was pretending that I cared

I genuinely did
But now I know that I shouldn’t
If I knew this would happen
Obviously I wouldn’t

I poured myself out to you
My heart just froze
I felt It fall to pieces
Like petals from a rose

My eyes went cloudy
I suddenly stopped breathing
I cant believe
After all that
You said that you’re leaving

You’re so selfish
But in a way I understand
You fell through my fingers,
like bitter sand.
Emilia B Apr 2019
I look in the mirror
Times standing still
I notice my eyes, with tears start to fill.

One finger tapping on the counter
I’m biting on my cheek
Suddenly I feel my knees, starting to go weak.

Im breathing in strange patterns
My nostrils flaring
I snap out, and realise that I’m still staring,
Into the eyes of who I wish was never born
Thinking about if I were to leave
Who would be the first to mourn.

I didn’t know I was capable of feeling so numb
But is it a feeling, If I feel nothing
When I say I feel okay
I’m most likely bluffing,

My blood I feel rushing
Filling up my cheeks
I’m ashamed of myself
I haven’t left the house in weeks.

Get a grip
People have it worse
I rather be in their shoes
Than my brain be smothered in this curse.



You say I’m over exaggerating
I say you don’t know me
All I ever wanted was to just feel ******* free.
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