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Emily Jun 2021
“till death do us part.”
little did i know,
i died the day i said
“i do.”
Emily Jun 2021
i followed you blindly
down this path they call love,
leaving myself behind
without a bread crumb in sight.

i left her standing there,
next to the wilting rose bush,
powered by the endless possibilities
of life before you.

the house in which you built for me
looked soft and inviting,
adorned with heart shaped pillows
made from hand plucked feathers.

the home in which you built for me
looked soft and inviting.

soft and inviting,
until i realised.

that the feathers in which i laid upon,
were my own.

and now
i am without

wings to fly.
Emily Mar 2021
loving is easier in the dark.
there is only room for moonlight.
no questions,
no answers.
just you.
always you.

so love me tonight,
in our darkest hour.
hold me until the sun comes up.

and maybe we'll meet again,
under our own twilight sky.

but,
for tonight,
while engulfed in the dark,
we are infinite.
Emily Nov 2020
it’s almost a crime,
to visit the beach,
and not touch the sea.
that’s what you had told me,
that night.
that night,
where the stars shined,
almost as bright as you.
i remember every little detail,
capturing every moment,
like it was the last thing i’d ever do.
those photographic memories,
will always be kept,
in the back of my mind.
tucked away in Pandora's box,
only to be opened on nights,
like tonight.
nights where i think about you,
everything we were.
everything we could have been.

in a world,
where everyone seemed to look through me,
you looked right at me.
looked at me,
like i was special.
like nothing in the world could quite compare,
to the feeling of both of us,
being together.
and i believed it,
too.

unapologetically you.
unapologetically us.
Emily Nov 2020
i ache to feel inspired.
long for the thoughts and feelings i once knew.
let my mind consume itself with possibilities.

i ache to feel important.
to know my words are devoured,
by someone with a fragile heart and mind.

i want to run away with myself.
run away to that place of opportunity.
where i glow brighter than the stars,
and emit warmth stronger than the sun.

i ache to feel that way again.
that important kind of way.
where i am more than just my body.
where i am my thoughts, my feelings.
myself.
me.
Emily Nov 2020
i wish you could understand
why i am,
the way i am.

i wish you could understand,
why i think too much.
why i hate wednesdays.
why mornings are difficult and nights are not.
why i prefer the moon over the sun.
and why i don’t love myself,
as much as you love me.

i just wish you could understand me.
but you don’t.
and that’s fine.
because i don’t understand me,
either
Emily Sep 2020
the house we built
from roses grown in our garden
began to wilt last tuesday
and i’m not sure why
broken petals began to gather at my feet
but i’m afraid that soon
the thorns will begin to cut deeper
and red will become my least favourite colour
when it used to be my favourite
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