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Emma Jan 2016
You always said
"10 years down the road
we'll laugh about this!"
but it's almost been 3 years
and I can barely talk about it
above a whisper
Maybe someday.
19
Emma Feb 2017
19
So i guess this is 4
Touching the stove and watching it burn your skin
Realizing that you have to breathe
Slipping and falling
Feeling his hands on you
His hands on you
His hands on you
Nightmares
Doctor checks
Hospital trips
Therapy?
Therapy

So I guess this is 13
Losing your friends
Getting your period
Crying over your First heartbreak
Watching your parents separate
Cutting your skin
Starving your body
Sleepless nights

So I guess this is 18
Watching your first love get married
Finding out your second loves likes boys
Leaving home
Getting tattoos to cover scars
First kiss
First time having ***
First time realizing it hurts when someone uses you
Second time
Spending days crying

So I guess this is 19
Seeing your body as a work of art
Going to movies
Eating dinner
Going to concerts
All by yourself
And enjoying it
Getting more tattoos
For no reason other than I like them
Sleeping through the night
Starting to write again
Standing up to your fears
Speaking up
Speaking your poetry in public
So I guess this is 19
I'm so glad I made it
Emma Jan 2016
I lied to my mother about talking to you because last time I told her we talked, she cried.
2. My biggest fear is that no matter what I do, I won't ever get over you.
3. Everywhere I go, I find you. I suppose it's because I carry you in my heart.
4. I didn't believe in soul mates until I met you. You didn't complete me, you complemented me.
5. Sometimes I can't sleep because I'm thinking of you. Other nights I don't want to sleep because I know I'll dream of you.
6. You make my hands shake and my stomach hurt. I don't think love is suppose to feel this way.
7. I miss you even when you're not away. I hate it but it's always been that way.
8. Sometimes I think we were meant to be. Everything was right except our timing.
9. It's been two years too late but I still look for your face in a crowded room.
10. You felt like home but if there's anything I've learned recently, it's that home is so very temporary.
11. I never knew craving touch was a thing until I saw your hands.
12. You are the whirlwind of thoughts I could never put into words.
13. I write about you like you put the stars in the sky.
14. I don't want to forget you but somedays I regret you.
15. I don't always like you but I always love you.
What keeps me up at night is you.
Emma Aug 2015
If I were to make a poem
About how you
Make me feel
It would contain
Waves of sadness
And mountains of doubts
heavy rains of anxiety
And tornadoes of thoughts
Forests of innocence
That the fires of passion
Would burn out
Lightning bolts of panic
And whirlwind of emotions
That’s all your about
You left me a mess.
Emma Feb 2015
It’s just cruel, you know?
Someone arrives in your life
out of the blue,
someone you never imagined
would so much as notice you.
You get to know them
and the small details
like the small whale shaped scar
on the his upper thigh
and how his favorite word
is a secret only few get to know.
They let you in on their hatred
towards chocolate
and how the only exception to that
are oreos.
They tell you about how
they take a picture of everything
they like, even in their dreams,
and months later you sit trembling trying not to remember how
he use to take offhand pictures of you and, without warning,
it violently hits you
how it has all changed.
Suddenly he’s gone and you’re left with his childhood stories
and his love of the woods,
stuck to the palms of your hands
like super-glue.
You have no place to set it all down, no way to get rid of it.
His favorite songs
and the way his eyes lit up
when he laughed
are painfully imprinted on your skin like colorful tattoos for all to see. You've taken all the pills
from your mother's drawers
but none seem to dissolve the memories that he left on your skin when he last touched you
and no amount of throwing up
could remove the parts of himself
he forgot to take when he left you.
The worst part is
you never really know
when it’s going to be the last time…
the last time you touch him,
the last time you hear his voice
or even the last time
you catch a glimpse of his body.
One day it’s there
and the next it's gone
and you never even
get notified in advance:
"Hey this is it.
You better enjoy it
because it’ll be over in seconds.”
Tears made into words.
Emma Feb 2017
We are the perfect definition of almost
Two parallel lines that get so close
They almost kiss
Almost touch
Almost
You go to bed while I rise
You're in South Carolina and I'm in Texas
I'm Texas while you're in South Carolina
We just barely missed each other
Almost met
Almost
We are 11:12
The missed calls
The last seconds of the song on the radio
The first kiss that didn't happen
The eyes that didn't meet
The unspoken apologies
The parallel lines
We are almost
all the Failed potential in the world
Stuck in one word
Two syllables
Six letters
You almost loved me
I was almost enough
We almost happened
Almost
Dear William.
Emma Apr 2014
In black ink and paper
I gave you my heart
With sharp eyes and silence
You tore me apart

In black ink and paper
I said my goodbye
With sharp eyes and silence
Your promise became a lie

Now I know
Bullet proof isn't enough
Now I know
You'll leave when things get rough

I've left my old friends
I did it for you
I've tangled loose ends
What you said was true

After all, the final letters
Of the word friend
Spell nothing more and
Nothing less
Than
End.
For him.
Emma Jan 2016
A man is not a blood bank
A place to **** out
The pieces of self esteem
You could not get from ourselves

A boy is not a mirror
One to tell you
Who you are
Or the price of your beauty

A man is not an escape
From reality
A call away from danger
He is not a rescue button

A boy is not a measuring tape
To see the heights of our potential
He will look at you with cold eyes
That will throw the balance off

A man is not a blood bank
A rescue
An escape
A man is a companion
An equal
A friend

So stop looking for blood
In brittle skeletons
You don't complete me.
Emma Jan 2015
You were
           living
             breathing
                poetry
complex
   beautiful
    but not always understood
                                  or appreciated.
Emma Sep 2015
I have heard
that sand exfoliates
and that water cleanses
I have felt the pain
of scraping rocks against my skin
To rid myself of me
To remove the history
off of my fingertips
Who I am
hates the person I have been
though I liked the thought of myself
In your arms
Some nights I stay up and cry
hoping the tears will make me an ocean
to drown all the memories
and the salt will rub against me
Like a snake
I will shed my skin
and soon forget the
warmth of your touch
In 7 years
I will not find
a speck of you on me
I thought I was finally clean but I still feel you in the rain.
Emma Apr 2014
You
use to
comment on how
cold my hands always
were, back when you had
them to hold. I guess when
your heart is of ice, it tends
to somehow show Even in the
small ways, like the heart-to-hand
ice flow.
Forever missing him.
Emma Jan 2016
With love
Comes pain
Just like clouds
Let go of rain
I've always been scared
Not of the loving
But of the leaving
Left scarred from the times
My heart has been broken
You were the first risk
I had taken in a while
I think what made me do it
Was the denial
That somehow this was different
We were a
never ending North/South cycle
I soon forgot where I ended
And where you began
I told you I loved you
But it sounded more like a goodbye
I hope that someday
You understand why
I hope the cycle stops.
Emma Jan 2015
They say a dancer's feet are never pretty
but have they seen how they move on them?
Emma Sep 2015
Dear brother
Your heart has been torn
By yet another
Whose arms like spiderwebs
Brought your heart into her mouth
And let her teeth clash into it

Dear brother
I know the feeling
Like you will find no other
But I promise you
That every final paper
Results from many rough drafts

Dear brother
I see the love oozing out of you
Waiting to be shared with another
But learn to use it on yourself first
Please

Dear brother
You are not
someone else's "Other"
You are your own
You are enough

Dear brother
I know you have given up on
Finding another
But for now now we have
Each other

And dear brother
May we both learn
To love again yet another
A letter to my brother: may we both learn to love again someday.
Emma Sep 2015
Sometimes I think
We were meant be
Perhaps in another dimension
You and me
Met in a coffee shop
At some small university
Or maybe our parents were friends
And we met as babies
Grew up as best friends
Became lovers at eighteen
Perhaps you were the king
And I was your queen
In some faraway Kingdom
Barely out of our Tweens
Or maybe we met
One night in a dream
Wanting to be real
Like ghosts want to be seen
I still think about you
Though I only see you in dreams
I wish it weren't true
But we're stuck in this dimension
I hope we meet again somewhere new. And if I've already met someone somewhere else, I hope that someone's you.
Emma Mar 2015
When he tells you he never wanted to you from the beginning
do not try to change who you are
to fit his liking
he does not deserve you
and he never will
when he gives you the
“it is not you it is me”
tell him
“you are **** right
I am a goddess
and I need no peasant”
When he tells you
“I think we should stop talking”
allow yourself to feel the pain
of losing a friend
but to not allow yourself to mourn
the loss of someone
who does not matter
When he bangs
on the fragile door of your heart
and demands to be let out
Open it welcomingly
Do not beg him to stay
When he tells you
“you should probably hit the gym
more often you know you’ve been getting a little chubby”
Block your ears with love for yourself and leave him with joy
When he makes you feel
you are hard to love
understand that puddle walkers
will never appreciate
The greatness of an ocean
When you find out
he has been sharing his love
with another that is not you
realize he is wasting time
Playing with stars
when he has the moon
realize you are that moon
And you deserve
nothing less than the sun
When he fills the blank space
in your mind
tear that page out
and throw it away
After all, he was a simple rough draft.
Understand you hold galaxies
in you
that your mind
is a universe
far too complex for his simplicity
You will someday learn
that you deserve the love
of 1000 burning suns

One mere candle will not do.
Emma Apr 2014
Dear love,

D o  y o u  n o t  k n o w ?

Flowers bloom at your smile
Your eyes are the sun that makes them grow
Your freckles, the seeds planted to replenish them
Do  you  not  know  ?

Your hair falls like the rain
Gently lulling the earth to sleep
Your fingers hold your pencil
As an artist holds his stencils
With grace and posture

Do  you  not  know  ?
Your feet dance on the ground
As a ballerina's final leap
With elegance and composer
Your eyelashes flutter
As a dazzling bird ***** its wings
Leaving the world in awe

Do you not know
You do the same to me?
To my dear friend Tasha. Your inner and outer beauty mystifies me.
Emma Oct 2014
Everybody complains about how
      when drunk
                        their past lovers call them
and confess their undying love
  But I find it such a tender act
that at the moment when they have
    lost all control of their bodies
that they think of you
      

  and I wish with all my heart
that he would do that
Emma Apr 2014
Confuso corazón
Tan profundo dolor
Me haz hecho sentir
Amando con temor
Es difícil tu vivir

Desahuciado corazón
Olvídate de él
Escóndete de todos
A ti mismo se fiel

Alegre corazón
Tanto gozo me das
Pero tan pronto que vienes
Así de pronto te vas

Herido corazón
Sangrando como sargento
Buscando refugio
En este mundo violento
Hearts.
Emma Feb 2015
He was like
A Ferris wheel
Always spinning
On the same path
The kind of person
You never meet just once
But once
And then twice
And thrice and so on
We weren't meant
to be lovers
Perhaps we were meant
to be friends
But friends become
lovers
And lovers become
"Just friends"
But "just friends" become strangers
And strangers roam the world
She takes the right road
And he takes the left road
But the world is round
And he is a Ferris wheel
The kind of person
You never meet
Just once
Some people you can never meet just once.
Emma Sep 2015
I was like a fine wine
Getting better with age
My life was a theatre
And you got drunk on the stage
You said you'd kiss my scars
I guess that was okay
I said that's not what I wanted
You took advantage anyway
Mouth like a snake
Biting deep into my skin
Making my bones ache
And my heart's walls grow thin
I asked you to stop
Said I'd had enough
But you refused to drop
The gun you aimed at me
I self diagnosed
Stockholm syndrome
And though I had remorse
I could not stop, drop and run
Your fire touched my skin
And lit me bright red
You poured gasoline on me
From my toes to my head
Through tears I looked at you
"It's my fault", I said
"I'm sorry for loving you"
And your ego I fed
Till one day I cried
Washed all of you away
Your marks had died
I started on a new way
Now it's been a few months
Months that have felt like years
But I no longer see your face
And my face has felt no tears
I started a new chapter
I finally turned the page
Just like a fine wine
I'm getting better with age
I'm getting better.
Emma Sep 2015
Sometimes I think
Our love was like fireworks
Lighting up with night sky
In my soul
I said, "***** caution labels
I've dealt with these before"
But I stepped too close
To the explosion
My heart shattered
It wasn't your intention to hurt me
It wasn't my intention to fall
Some nights I still stay up
Just to see the fireworks explode
Just to feel like I did
When you told me you loved me
Just to remember
That sometimes
Even the most painful experiences
Can be beautiful
We were beautiful
I hope you remember us that way too
On New Years Eve, I stayed up to watch the fireworks from my window. I wonder if your first thought was of me like mine was of you.
Emma Sep 2015
They wonder why
I still write about you
But how can I tell them
that I still think about you
that I still dream about you
that I still pass the places
where you existed
and have to stop to catch my breath
How can I explain
to those who love me
that pain is optional
but I accept the pain
if it means feeling you again
if it means having you back for a second
You were a forest fire
and I was a leaf
I loved you so much
I learned to deal
with the burn
that comes along
with your warmth
I still write about you because I don't know how to stop.
Emma Apr 2014
Hay una triste
Escondida detrás de tus ojos
Que sólo se ve con claridad
Como la luna
En los momentos
Cuando la oscuridad
Gobierna tu alrededor

15/01/14
Friend, I'm glad the light has returned.
This is for the boy who got his heart broken by his girlfriend but now has found a love stronger than his past love.
Emma Apr 2014
Let me in
Or let me go
Mindlessly select
What you've to show

Let me in
Or let me go
The darkness within
I want to know

Let me in
I won't let go
Let the trust begin
And let it grow
For the guy in Washington DC. Just give me a chance.
Emma Apr 2014
Because
      after all
the final
   letters of friend
      spell end.
I'm trying to experiment with 10 word poems. One person on here mentioned how 10 word poems allow you to get to the grain faster and seem a bit more intense.
Emma Sep 2015
I can't say goodbye
Because I know that it'll hurt
And I know that I'll cry
So for now I'll say goodnight
For now we'll be okay
And tomorrow we'll be alright
We'll soon be apart
Who knows for how long
But know I keep you in my heart
We'll be far away
But sleeping under the same sky
And I will miss you
So instead of saying goodbye
I'll say see you later alligator
See you soon baboon
It's not goodbye, it's see you again.
Emma Sep 2015
I think heartbreak
Is much like a storm
It comes unexpectedly
Throwing us off into the cold
Flipping our lives upside down
Destroying the flowers that grew
On the walls of our hearts  
Some days I wonder
When my heart will decide
To plant flowers
That grow in water
Your flowers still grow in my heart.
Emma Jan 2015
Getting lost with him was nicer than
knowing where I was with anyone else.
Emma Feb 2015
II
But now I've met a different boy
A man, one could say
one who calls me when I cry
One who doesn't run away
One who talks me down at midnight
one who doesn't push for answers
One who compares my eyes to night lights
One so different from you
But we are not in love
he is just as heart broken as I
though I wish that it were different
I can tell by the look in his eye
He, too, sees her in me
As I see you in him
We're just helping each other survive.
Emma Feb 2016
My heart
hold so much
evidence of history
but so do museums,
art galleries and cemeteries.
Maybe someday my heart
will be on display
for having survived.
I survived.
Emma Jan 2016
Because sometimes home
Is not so much a physical space
As much as a psychical place
I felt the way the first nomad
Must've felt the day they
Decided to stay
Home became a person
Love became a man
So to the man that had dreams
Of Duke, alligators & playing God
Please remember her
Don't forget the girl that had dreams of saving the world
Don't forget you were her world
I was a nomad before I met you.
Emma Jan 2015
I was nomadic
but I found a home in you
Emma Sep 2015
If hospital rooms
were made for the terminally ill
my heart would reside in them
until it's beats completely still
I fell in love with cemeteries
the day I found out
they were so full of history
and maybe that's why
I fell in love with you
But you were a cigarette to my lips
a shot of nicotine darkening my lungs
I felt your effect from head to hips
I grew comfortable with hospital rooms
the day I realized
they held hope throughout the doom
I grew comfortable in the beds
grew accustomed to the taste of the pills
to take away the pain that formed in my head
You were a slow growing death
a tumor to my body
I never realized how much it would hurt
until I was far gone
I have learned
From now on
There will be no more
emergency room heart breaks
no more
"it-feels-like-dying" heart aches
My heart is
mine for the taking
it will no longer be
yours for the breaking
I still think about you every time I walk into the hospital.
Emma Jan 2016
I. Realize that everything is temporary-including your happiness, including your sadness.

II. Sit down at a table for two and realize your heart is big enough to fill up both seats.

III. Cry out with the rain enough tears to fill an ocean and teach yourself how to swim.

IV. Scream their name into the wind until the wind itself decides to take it away.

V. Begin watching supernovas. Realize how beautiful something can be even when it has been dead for years.

VI. Look in the history books. Realize that even the best love stories all had to come to an end.

VII. Realize that surviving heartbreak is not as clean cut as a mathematical equation. It is a messy art.
I will survive.
Emma Jan 2015
I am not a book
you can use and return to the shelf
as you please

I am not glass
you can shatter
when your anger overtakes you

I am not a fragile rose
I will not fall apart
at your lack of light


I am a girl with big dreams and high hopes
I will not let you turn me into anything else.
Do not let others belittle you, please.
Emma Jun 2016
I fell in love with a boy
who wanted my body
when I wanted his soul

I fell in love with a boy
I gave the boy my body
but he kept his soul

I fell in love with a boy
now he's got my body
and left with my soul
I haven't written in months.
Emma Nov 2014
If my daughter ever comes to me
and asks me if I think she is pretty
I will say NO
You are so much more than pretty
you are beautiful
If my daughter ever comes to me
with tears stains on her face
telling me her heart's been broken
by the boy she thought was the one
even though she may only be 14, or 16, or 21
I will not ask who it was
I will simply hold her until the pain stops
whether it be minutes or hours
or even days
and buy her some chocolate, of course
If my daughter ever comes to me
and shows me the scars on her wrists
and her legs
and her sides
I will not look away horrified
I will simply show her
how a little bit of time
and a little bit of cream
can heal all wounds
even those of the heart
If my daughter ever comes to me
and shows me her sharp hip bones jutting out
and her soft ribcage peeking out
I will not call her crazy or any awful name
I will simply hold her soft enough
that her bones may not break
and walk her along the
all too familiar path to recovery
If my daughter ever comes to me
bleeding and bruised
because he didn't know
what no meant
I will not make her feel *****
I will not make her feel worthless
I will not ask why she didn't stop him
I will simply calm her victimized heart
and show her the many ways to ****
a man or a woman
if they ever touch her without her consent again
I will not judge her
for the many nights she may fall asleep crying
Instead I will prepare her a cup of tea,
buy her some inspirational movies,
write her some poems
and give her some books
Because I know broken souls
cannot be fixed over-night
I will let her buy dresses
that make her feel beautiful
and will not laugh at her
if she chooses to wear them with tennis shoes
I will let her stay home from school
every once in a while
even if I know she is faking it
because I know we all need a break sometimes
and I know that school isn't the only place
you can learn valuable life lessons
If my daughter ever comes to me
with a small child in her arms
one whom was not exactly planned
one whom has no father
I will step in and be that father
I will be her help

But most importantly
If my daughter EVER comes to me
and confesses her mental illness
I will not doubt her
I will not mock her
I will simply smile at her
and assure her she is not alone
and will get the means for help
For I never want her to know
what lonely tastes like
Emma Mar 2016
But if you leave, promise me this
Promise me you'll find someone who
Can't wait to hear about the crazy
Dreams you had the night before
Someone who knows about the
Whale birthmark on your thigh
Someone who thinks your laugh
Is the only sunshine they'll need
And your eyes are the only stars
They want to look into at night
Someone who gets giddy when
They think about holding your hand
Find someone who knows the places
Your hands have been and appreciates
their strength they hold despite it all
Someone who understands
Your banter and feistiness
Find someone who loves you for
Who you are not what you have
Overall, if you decide to leave
I hope you find someone
Who can love you in all the ways
I couldn't
I love you so much.
Emma Oct 2014
They say
          home is where the heart is
and my heart is with you
           but I no longer have the privilege
to know where you take it.
Distance doesn't always mean healing.
Emma Apr 2014
It’s 3 in the morning 

And you’re on my mind

As you’ve always been 

With my thoughts intertwined 

You’ve made it your home 

This lonely place 

Removed the shalome

When you showed your face

Are you here to stay?

Or soon to go?

Only time will tell

Soon I’m to know
They say they hope my dreams come true. I guess they forgot nightmares are dreams, too.
Emma Apr 2014
My mind is constantly
Consumed with thoughts.
Thoughts if you and thoughts of me.
Thoughts on why the clouds are so grey and of why the wind feels so gentle today. Thoughts of why the stars like the night sky and of what it might feel like to fly. Thoughts of what the future holds, thoughts of the untold. I guess that's why my words are few...my brain thinks for the amount of two.
They think I'm quiet but it's only because they can't see my mind.
Emma Jun 2015
My words
Like knives
Cut deep into your bones
And I had the audacity
To blame you for bleeding
Like a coin
There are two sides to every story
But the facts will still be facts
Head or tails
The difference doesn't save it
from being a coin
So I admit my error
I accept my right to remain silent
But before that
I'd like to recall
The night we sat in the swings
And talked from our hearts
For the first time
I'd like to refrain
From forgetting
The roses you brought me
That morning in May
It rained the rest of the day
But none of it enough
To wash away my smile
Your name is permanently
Carved into the walls of my heart
But I've learned to love
The taste of memories
Like I've learned
to accept coffee
Warm and welcoming at first
But if forgotten, bitter and cold
Waves of fear no longer wash over me
I am a skilled sailor
In the oceans of regret
But I am a martyr
On the battle grounds of forgetting
The way you looked at me
And held me at my weakest
No amount of words
Can express
The love required to save
a condemned man
My heart was long gone
Before you came
And I blamed you for losing it
When your hands hadn't touched it
Though your voice left finger prints
The day you told me
you'd chosen me over the million
So I guess I'll sign off saying
The memory of you
Is not a bomb to be defused
It keeps me safe on nights
When hope is not around
My sincerest apologies
For not knowing how to
Apologize from my heart
Instead of my head
And my deepest gratitude
Goes to you
For dealing with the mess
I am
And for staying
I will not forget you
And, God forbid, regret you
You hurt the ones you love the most.
Emma Jan 2015
I search the corners of this town
I search the eyes of the gentlemen
I search like a lost little girl
searches for her mother
with anguish, with fear
Fear of finding you in another's arms
Fear of finding you with another mouth
Even so, I hold onto the hope
of finding you whole
because all I've been able to find
scraps of you
I found your eyes
while star gazing in the dark Amazon
I found your smile
Near the bright, blue coasts of Brazil
I felt the soft touch of your fingers
while the wind played with my hair
in the middle of Los Angeles
I have not lost you forever
at least that's what I keep telling myself
And I continue traveling
with the hopes of joining the pieces
to form the puzzle that you are

I left my heart in your hands some time ago
and as I left I tried to take it back and it shattered in two
One side I took and the other stuck with you

I hope that you as well are looking for the other half
Translated my own poem "Te Busco". English doesn't capture the true meaning in this piece but I hope it's easier to read now that it is in English.
Emma Oct 2015
Finding you was like
like watching the sunrise
after a lifetime of darkness
so beautiful, it hurt
Having you was like
taking a breath
after being underwater for years
so refreshing, it hurt
Loving you was like
getting a taste of spring
after your body had
been in winter so long
frostbite had become a state of being
so wonderful, it hurt
Trying to forget you was like
trying to remember
the details of a dream
so melancholic, it hurt
Writing about you is like
trying to describe pain
using words never invented
like trying to leave a drug
once you've gotten hooked
like trying to forget the words
to your favorite songs
because they carry memories
so complicated, it hurts
My body has grown tired of hurting.
Emma Oct 2015
It's not you, it's me
Quite literally
It's you
Doing the sowing
It's me
That is reaping
The results of your words
Your hands
Your fists
How you ball them up
And ****** your actions in them
The days that you're gone
When I need more than one word
Your silence is deafening
Your absence threatening
To leave me feeling
What you must think
Human trash must feel like
You only said you loved me
When alcohol flowed
Through your veins
Or when smoke
Clouded your judgement
Which must mean
You could not love me
While sober
It's not you, it's me
It's definitely not
How it is suppose to be
Do you not know
What it feels like
To put salt on a wound?
If you had
You wouldn't have
Loved me like you did
The way you say
You still do
I deserve more than silence.
Emma Jan 2015
I want to hike up a mountain
and shout til my lungs hurt
yell out all the pain that
cripples my heart
so I’m reminded that
hearts aren’t made whole
just to be broken

I want to swim to the ocean
dive to the depths of it
till I’m surrounded in blue darkness
and look up to see the light
swiveling through the currents
only so I can feel what it’s like
to want to breathe again

I want to jump off a building
and feel the wind washing my face
and drying the tears that stream down it
just to know that there is still something
that would care enough to wipe away
the physical demonstration
of pain
Reposting this from July 13th, 2014.
Emma Oct 2014
I will not apologize for
the person I have become
So what if I still don't know
how to correctly hold chop sticks?
What's wrong with the fact
that I fall asleep to slam poetry
instead of some boy band?
Is it so awful that I eat cereal as my dinner?
Or is it a crime that every time I see a plane
I wish I could be on it?
I'm not sorry any of those.

But most of all
I will not apologize
for never learning to love in halves
and giving you my soul
whole-heartedly
To someone who may never read me.
Emma Apr 2014
Te lo digo ahora

Y nunca más lo repetiré 

No soy buena persona 

Nunca lo fui ni lo seré 

Así que mantén tu distancia 

O yo te alejaré 

Conmigo sólo viene dolor 

Es lo único que prometeré

No pretendas quererme 

Nunca te creeré 

No me ofrezcas amistad

No la aceptaré 

Confíe en ti {es verdad} 

Pero nunca más lo haré 

No tengas falsas esperanzas

Mi advertencia te daré 

Alejaté de mi 

O yo te alejaré 

Nunca me conocerás 

Ni yo te conoceré
Si ahora te quieres ir
Dolerá, pero entenderé
Emma Sep 2015
I.
You were there in the beginning
and you'll be there at the end

II.
You eyes were the color of the ocean
and your ocean drowned me

III.
I still cannot say hello
for fear of risking goodbye

IV.
She was right about you.
You were wrong for me.

V.
You weren't the first
but I hope you are the last
I hope you read me someday.
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