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Emily Ayres Sep 2013
Just because I'm smiling
Doesn't mean I'm happy
Or glad your gone
Because if you really look into my eyes
You'll see that my smiles
Are fake.
Emily Ayres Sep 2013
What do I choose?
Do I walk away?
Do I stay?
Do I disappear,
With out a trace?
Or do I stay and endure
The pain of distrust
Of secrets?
Do I care what they say?
Or do I stay as long as I can?
Until she rips our love away.
I must choose,
What I will do?
Written originally January 23, 2013
Emily Ayres Sep 2013
Don't judge my family
Judge me.
I'm the one who did it,
Not them.
But the question is,
Why are you even judging?
If you are who you say you are.
Besides,
If you are always judging.
Who do you have time to love?
Originally written February 2, 2013
Emily Ayres Sep 2013
So much love
Comes with so much hate
It has been said
That the more you hate someone,
The more you love them.
Love and hate,
Comes two-in-one.
Right on the edge of each other
The finest line inbetween
It's fragile
I'm fragile.
Emily Ayres Sep 2013
Somewhere I'm find those pieces.
Those long lost pieces.
They are missing,
Those pieces.
They are burned.
They are broken.
Shattered.

Those pieces,
Of my love
Of my mind
Of my soul
Somewhere,
I'll find them.
Get them back for myself
I'll lock them safe
Into the deep.

My, with loves,
And my, forever yours.
Somewhere I'll find those.
Originally written February 4, 2013
Emily Ayres Sep 2013
What a love this was.
He pulled me out,
Out of that deep dark place.
Of demons and darkness.
Of nightmares of horrors.
My greatest fear was to lose him.

I loved him,
I still sometimes do.

Why must you go?
Receding into your mind.
Where no one can reach.
With hands outstretched,
Waving like the wind.
What a love is this?

To push me back
Into the dark place.
As we go back and fourth
Fighting and bickering.
Forever lost in the down pour.
What a love is this?

And then
With a single note.
It all slipped from our fingers.
Like ash in the wind.
For what a love is this?
When no one is happy
But one. But us.
Because, what a love is this?
Answer me that.

— The End —