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Feb 2019 · 241
it's late.
EmilyTheNymph Feb 2019
i'm too young to feel love.
i've always been told that, and i sorta believe it.
but, i think i could love you.

i'm an idiot when it comes to you.
my stomach gets fluttery,
and my heart pounds,
but i just have an urge to be
domestic?

i want to wake up with you, and hold you while you sleepily say good morning.
i want you to lean on me when we watch movies,
and giggle at my quirks and stupid antics.

then, the reason i mentioned love?
apparently i'm too young for heartbreak,
but this sure as hell feels like it.

i let you go, hoping that you'd come back.

i hope you're happy though, wherever you are.
Feb 2018 · 395
lil' boots.
EmilyTheNymph Feb 2018
you are absolutely ridiculous
i love it

you act like some tough, cruel, serious guy,
and then you draw a little cat with boots on a paper we shared.

it made me giggle.
which is rare these days.

you act so standoffish,
but really?
you're adorable.

i love it when:
-you break your serious demeanor to laugh at my childish joke
-you draw little animals all over my papers
-i see you looking at me when you don't think I'm paying attention
-when i steal your hoodies and all you do is laugh and say i look cute
-you lean on my shoulder during classes
-or play with my hair

it's not normal to fall this quickly,
but i think i could love you.
Jan 2018 · 3.7k
tattoo.
EmilyTheNymph Jan 2018
i've always wanted to get a tattoo.
"wow, just like every rebellious teen out there, huh?", you say.
that is not true.
what i want are three simple, minimalistic markings.
one tattoo, i would like on my hip.
very small, barely noticeable.
three dots.
one blue, one purple, one pink.
one tattoo, i would like on my chest, far to the side.
once again, small, unnoticeable.
a small yellow and black heart.
to honor those i've lost.
and the last tattoo,
i would like four little symbols to keep me grounded.
tiny, on my left wrist.
the first symbol is a collection of wavy lines,
the second a small cloud,
the third is a incomplete box,
and the last is a heart.

breathe, relax, think, be.
Jan 2018 · 536
a untold confession.
EmilyTheNymph Jan 2018
why.
why am i like this.
why do you make me like this.
i've known you all my life.
my heart has learned to love your perfections and flaws.
now,
i'm stuck.
i can't tell you.

you know, i've never really been good at this whole
"showing your feelings" kinda thing.
to be honest, if it weren't for a promise, i would never tell you.

it's too risky.
i don't want to lose you.
it's too scary.
you don't feel the same.

i know this.
you look at her with such tenderness.
why can't you look at me that way?

you speak so gently, softly for only you two to hear.
we used to do that.

you hold her like she's the only thing that matters to you.
is that true?

you showed her our spot.
i know you know what i mean.

the strange cave on the old hiking path, that led to a small cliff.
i know you did.

you left the wrapper behind.

you took my childhood and ruined it with her.

but i can't hate her.

she's too sweet, and loving, and kind.

so, you will never see this.
to be honest,
i'm glad.

but i don't know how to tell you,

i

love

you.
Jan 2018 · 1.4k
wings (of every color).
EmilyTheNymph Jan 2018
i sit in the shadows and think
of what it would be like to show my wings.

they flutter behind me gently,
casting flickers of light on the walls behind.

colors gently fade and twist,
and feathers lightly fall to the ground.

the room i stay in is dark.
it has thick walls to protect me.

every now and then, the floor will rumble,
causing cracks to appear.

but, they seem to fix themselves.
struggling never helps.

i have been told i am shameful.
i must hide away, not show myself.

no one knows of me, except for one.

she seems to be intent on keeping me here.
but,

i hear her crying herself to sleep.
i hear people yelling against my kind.
i feel the rumbling of my floor caused by her sobs.
i feel the pain of when she pulls my chains even tighter.

i want nothing more but to be free
to be by her side, floating near her
letting her be who she truly is.

i feel the loss of hope,
as my small room becomes darker and darker.
it's hard to breathe.

a small creature such as i,
wings of pink, purple, blue,
a robe with every color

it's hard to be one like me.

but i'll survive, until i can see the rainbow.
Jan 2018 · 225
four more years
EmilyTheNymph Jan 2018
a simple girl lies in bed ,
and beautiful colors swirl in her head,
she hides who she is inside,
in a attempt to keep her eyes dry.

there is blue, purple, pink
twirling and dancing,
and she starts to think.

of what it we be like to be free.

be able to express who she is.
not be scared or affected about what others think.

suddenly, she hears screaming from downstairs,
her father yelling in rage over a parade downtown.
"these people are ruining America" he would yell.
and she tried to be silent as her tears fell.

down her face, on her clothes, sobbing as quietly as possible.
they would never accept her.
her wants, her needs, her choices.

she just cries and cries.

"four more years," she thinks."four more years, and I could be free."
Jan 2018 · 343
A Person
EmilyTheNymph Jan 2018
one person is created, coming to life
one person is working, another is playing
and yet the storm goes on.

one person is thinking, worrying for the future
one person is smiling, another is crying
and yet the storm goes on.

a girl sits at a window, while a boy sits behind a door
one is weeping, one is peaceful
and yet the storm goes on.

one person is sleeping, darkness surrounds them
one person is healing, another is hurting
and yet the storm goes on.

a person dies, and a person lives.
a person works, and a person smiles.
no matter what, the storm will always go on.

— The End —