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Emily Jo Dec 2018
Writing under a warm drizzle
Of chlorinated showers
Trying to forget the bitter regret
Of all the hellos and goodbyes
I see that face sitting in his car
I see another lying on my futon
That one holding my hand
Him, singing that song
He, wishing it was me all along

They’re all gone.

Its a curse i tell you.

30/04/08
Emily Jo Dec 2018
I cant think of the words
Its unimaginable

It feels like I’m stuck in space
Gasping for air
That is the thought of you

Betrayed by my own flesh
The demons are out to play
Pulling at the strings
Making them frayed

Clutching at the strings
Of our memories
Of you and me


07/07/08
Emily Jo Dec 2018
If we had only two hours
I’d hug you till we saw stars
Feeling every inch of your soul
Melding into mine as our time slips by

If we only had one hour
I’d hold your face to mine
And pour out whispers of my heart
Filling your ears with nothing but my love

If we only had half an hour
I’d kiss you so fervently
I don’t want you to go

But we couldn’t spend half an hour
Nor did we get an hour
I wished we had two hours
But all we have now
Is six thousand
Four hundred
And
Thirty five kilometres
Between us.

3/08/08
Emily Jo Dec 2018
True to the stars
My heart like a crab
With a faux hardness
But with a simple twist
Everything falls apart

My heart has a hole
For fear and rejection
Makes it bigger and wider
Im stuck in that darkness
Unable to cry out
Because no one is listening

I’m so tired
Of being responsible
Of trying hard
Of being accountable
I just want to stay in bed for weeks
Eat till i feel sick
Scream and cry and hit the pain away
Till my skin is black and blue and hurting all over
Emily Jo Dec 2018
love is like going to the convenience store
spoilt for choice
love expires with one too many dates
like a bag of rotten artichokes
we choke on cringey first-liners
And fill our heads with expected desires
Of one hit wonders and lifetime memberships
To a loyalty card that doesn’t exist



29/08/08
Emily Jo Dec 2018
The smell of bed hair
a gentle reminder
of cloudy mornings spent

An unshaven face
coarse to touch
but melts my heart
all the same

A deep exhale
of how long it’ll last
not long soon after
this playful love dance
ends too fast.



Prologue:
A dance of ignorance
A game of who loved less
With silence our paths
Stay unchanging
With my heart unattended
Is it you that is missing?




28/10/08
Emily Jo Dec 2018
Sunset on the road
instrumental jazz swaying
and its you that I’m missing
Or is it just your legs
Intertwined with mine

A kiss swept across my cheek
A hand steady on my back
Your voice keeping me
very much in love
With sounds of your voice
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