"And she will cry because she knows no one can save her from herself..."

The transition from lover to friend isn't real
its just a theory.
so it wasn't promises we made last night it was a hypothesis,
and the ***, was our little experiment.
Some theories take longer to prove than others.
no rush.

They said follow your heart
and i trusted them so I did
logic, reasoning, wisdom
a goodbye a bid.

A goodbye that would seal the letter
that pronounced the death of
my trust
my hope
my love
my comfort
even my  sanity.
So to all who offer you the "advice " to follow

your heart ,
although their intentions may be pure ,
just know . The goodbyes are coming .

I am not party girl, or drinking or ***. I am not ignorant or shallow or churlish. I am not tender , or easily stepped upon. I am not titanium.
^
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I am weak and easily broken. I am volunteering for fun, I am lover of simplicity and friend of comfort. I am confused, and sometimes scared.
-I am Emily.

I am a bird, I meant an ant.
No, no, no....I said a butterfly.
Yes they are quite beautiful, and innocent.
And you, you are a snake,
an unmistakable quality you hold.
Your venom is never forgotten,
I see your rattle even though some think it interesting
it simply reminds me
you
are
evil.
It's not my fault you gave into your demons.

It seems my best poems are the one I title after and cry during.