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Emily Dec 2018
eyes as blue as the sea
i drown every time
you look at me
slowly i can feel myself
fall
     ing
Emily Dec 2018
i thought i’d feel empty if you ever decided to leave me
isn’t it strange
that these days i feel more full then i ever did when i was with you
I’m alone but I’m happier
Emily Dec 2018
i hope you can be happy with me
he said
i was happy before you
i replied
and i’ll be happy after you
Emily Dec 2018
the stars aligned when I met you
     sky
          was
                empty
                          when
                                   you
                                         left
Emily Dec 2018
i could sit here
and write pages upon pages
about how I miss your smile.
about how your warmth
is slowly leaving the old sweater you left behind.
about how going to the supermarket at 2am isn’t so fun anymore
because I know when I arrive home
i’ll be eating ice cream alone
in an empty apartment.

i could sit here
and write pages upon pages
about that.
but i’ll just settle with
“i miss you.”
because i know
in the end
you won’t read it anyway.
Emily Dec 2018
your outsides are so mesmerising.
i think to myself
as i watch you
stood in the middle of the path,
arms stretched out wide
with eyes shut tightly.
wet hair clung to your forehead,
rosy cheeks scrunched up happily
as long eyelashes kissed the soft skin underneath your eyes.
your coat was too big for you,
you were drowning in it.
similar to how i was drowning in you.
you smiled brightly,
melting the snow
purely with the heat you were radiating.

isn’t it a shame
your insides
don’t match your outsides.
Emily Dec 2018
A camera can't capture the true feeling of a moment.
It can show an image of two motionless hands,
clasped together in a strong embrace.
But a series of ink on a page
can’t be replaced by the warm caress of a hand,
the feeling of fingers lacing with yours.
The spark it starts in the tips of your fingers,
shooting through your veins like a bolt of lightning.
Moments like these are the very few
that seem to bring time to a stop.
It’s like the whole world stops revolving for a split second,
the birds fall silent,
leaves stop falling.
Then,
in a heart beat,
it starts again.
Starts with a small squeeze of the hand,
starts with laughter,
a first kiss,
a last.
Time shouldn’t be wasted,
moments like these should be cherished.
You never know when they will happen again.
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