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Emily Jan 2022
if the walls could speak,
would they whisper thoughts of comfort?
would they soothe my sleepless nights with lullabies,
and fix my broken parts with words?

if the walls could speak
would they spill the secrets stored between the ceiling cracks?
the ones screamed out during fights,
with no one but myself.

if the walls could speak,
would they tell me it’s too late?
or would they say it’s too soon?

either way,
the walls cannot speak.
and i’m not sure i’d want to know what they think,
even if they did
Emily Jan 2022
if you look hard enough,
you'll find it.

buried within that burgundy sweater you wore last tuesday.
last tuesday,
when the sun reflected its pretty pink rays on the window,
lighting your cheeks with the promise of the new day.

if you look hard enough,
you'll find it.

undiscovered like a child playing hide and seek,
buzzing with excitement,
yet nervous with every sound and movement sent their way.

if you look hard enough,
you'll find it.

engraved on the back of your hands,
disguised as accidental touches,
and unspoken words.

if you look hard enough,
you'll find it.

and once you find it,
there's a hope,
that you'll find me,
too.
Emily Dec 2021
pink.
the colour of your cheeks,
after you told me you loved me.

skin adorned with rose colour markings,
kissing every corner of your face
and blessing you with the beauty of love.

i never thought i could be jealous of a colour.
until i itched to fill your body with pigment,
like tattoo ink seeping into your skin.

blue.
the colour of your heart,
after i told you i didn’t love you.

the sky opened up that day,
creating puddles around my feet,
deep enough to drown my sorrows.

purple.
was the only colour i could offer you.

burning red.
was the colour you deserved.
Emily Oct 2021
my thoughts come alive at dusk.
they come alive when the sky is lit by a soft pink glow,
reflecting the last seconds of the day against rosy cheeks and sun kissed skin.
they come alive when the birds fall silent,
their song drowned out by streetlights and fast cars.
my thoughts come alive while the rest of the world goes to sleep.
Emily Oct 2021
there are so many things i want to say to you.

yet,
here i stand,
before you in silence.
watching your hair blow softly in the wind,
and your eyelashes kiss your freckled cheeks.

i had so many things i wanted to say.

yet,
i am frozen.
like a boat in the middle of winter,
drowning in your stormy blue eyes.

i can’t remember,
a word of which i wanted to say to you.

so i just say
“thanks.”
and walk away
with a head full of thoughts
and a mouth full of words
Emily Jun 2021
just like a flower,

i sit and wait,

for the butterflies to return home.

i wait,
and i wait,
and i wait.

and as i wait,
i wonder.
are you on your way?

i know,

things are not the same anymore.

we’re

  not the same

     anymore.

yet,
i sit.

and i wait,

and i wait.

for the butterflies to return home.
Emily Jun 2021
i want you to notice me,
the way i notice the sunset.
how golden rays reflect along the shore,
promising to bring the light of a new day.

i want you to notice me,
the way he notices her.
how long eyelashes kiss her rosy cheeks,
as they whisper words of love into the night.

i want you to notice me,
the way i notice you.
all at once,
yet little by little.

uncovering you,

so one day,

you’ll uncover me too.
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