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I wish you could see me the way you saw her.
Invest in her hobbies,
And all she concurs.
Knowing her in and out,
The infatuation the adoration.
I may be with you
There is no difference.
I cannot control your point of views
My mind refuses to acquiesce.
I wonder how you would be,
The difference in all possibilities
You on my end instead
Feeling the pains of an unrequited lover's bed.
She is the bane of my insecurities
What was once a strong and confident woman
Has succumbed and bathes in endless pain.
How little I've become to let a lover's past
Possess me feeling inhumane.
I wish I could see me before I saw her.

Accepting you've moved on
Loving me
Why do I still feel so withdrawn?
I wish I could believe you love me more than you did her.

Is it my thirst for knowledge
The reason I'm broken?
Knowing all you've done for her
Yet none for me?
The time and energy I've always longed for,
I wish all you did for her you did for me.

I want to be secure with you,
To keep on loving you the way I do.
Enjoying our friendship and the intimacy we share
You care, I know.
But I'm struggling to stay happy with you
To forgive and let go.
I wish you knew how much I love you.

The frustration I'm going through
To stay with you
hoping,
You see more in me than what you saw in her.

Though I do not know
For your feelings are never shown.
The truth will set me free
And I'll no longer wish
you could see me the way you saw her.
 Dec 2013 Emily Hammer
Zachary
its the difference between separation and anxiety
that breath taken and the stars you see
my head spinning and the scars they bleed
hands with trees and parts for thieves
taking more of our wants notta needs
deceive and leave before our guilt does freeze
precede to do what our greed internal feeds
triggers the fingers that only haunt our sleep
it treats the feet as stumps
smiles flip flop and fronts
drugs snorted huffed and blunts
man thats just the story of my month
mouth cancer after spliffs with lunch
abdominal six pack or beer crunch
i can stop taking all the medicine that is you
an addiction that i didnt ever see before it grew
its true
who knew
that you
would only humility the few
that tried,
never lied
and flew beyond more then his backyard or stoop
i said,
the car carving its way around the mountainside,
"this is going to be the song i play when you leave me."

you used to smirk with this kind of arrogance,
like you knew so much better.

yet here we are, five months later,
and as she arched her hips into me,
the song played softly in the background.

and i've got to hand it to you -
it's like i finally figured out why you smiled.

because even at my most distracted,
fingers fumbling in someone else's hair
and testing the tenderness of her skin...

that song,
or maybe that memory,
still turned my head away from
her and back towards my phone, back
towards the missed calls and angry messages,
towards the accusations and the insults,
and it brought me away from her
and somewhere closer to you,
to the mountainside.
and it reminded me of the
pretty weather, those blue skies
and the rocks piled high around us,
and what seemed like a joke but maybe
turned out to be more like a promise.
and you smiled, because
it's almost like
you knew.
for my rant, my favorite heathen.

[inspired by lydia and chuck palahniuk's novel Rant]

11/20/13.
 Nov 2013 Emily Hammer
Ryan Topez
My heart beat rocks me back and forth
Like a old timer on a porch
with his dog and gun
Telling minorities to move along

A cloud of smoke exits my lungs
and my mouth opens,
Smoke no longer crowds my gums

If you stop breathing
You can hear the seconds tick past
You can hear the swishing of whiskey
In the old mans flask

And with every second of forever constant time
You can taste the age in every sip of wine

Do people people say
'Time heals all wounds'
To make them forget about
Their first world blues?

Or are they preaching it,
as a muse?
To grasp the concept of the news
No matter how false or true

Believe me, If i knew,
I wouldn't be lost
I wouldn't be left to assume
 Nov 2013 Emily Hammer
undefined
I saw you wandering the streets
in my dreams
I asked you for my heart back

even saying "please"
I fell into the trap door of your eyes
looking right through me

i awoke with a start
still smelling your hair's scent,
briefly baffled at where my mind went

the devil in your eye had spoken to me,
not in a dream,
but a nightmare Hell sent

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