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 Nov 2013 Emma Amme
r
You were everything I wanted
And nothing that I need

r  14 Mar 13
Another old one lost but recovered.
 Nov 2013 Emma Amme
AJ
Son XVI
 Nov 2013 Emma Amme
AJ
Collin is currently obsessed with hand holding.
He holds my hand all through the night.
You can imagine how well I sleep with my son.
But it's worth it.
He uses two hands,
And sometimes glues my hand
To his tiny little ghost heart.
Yes, ghost hearts do still beat.
Yes, my heart has completely melted.
I love you baby.
Other stories about Collin can be found in the collection "Son", which you can find if you look in the notes down below.
 Nov 2013 Emma Amme
T
Know It All
 Nov 2013 Emma Amme
T
And I know the things you've done
and the look of too much ***** in your eyes
or maybe it was tequila, beer, or ***
but whatever the poison, I know the price;
that some girl, you'd call her cute
you did, twice
will be the answer to your emptiness
and she knows these things as you move closer
and laugh and smile, maybe touch her arm, her back
but she's had a few
and misses him, she can't keep track
so you keep talking
and she's stopped walking
because she knows your company, however fake
is much better company
than her endless heartbreak.

I just know
 Nov 2013 Emma Amme
R
M
 Nov 2013 Emma Amme
R
M
i wanted him to miss me
and i mean, i guess he does.
i wanted him to miss me like
how i miss him.
i miss him like how i
miss the stars in the day.
i miss him like how i
miss being a kid.
i miss him like how i
miss disney songs.
i miss him.

he reminds me of how i
am mature but also how
i am a kid. he reminds me of
the stars, and i how i wish to be
near them. i just miss him.

he walked past me this morning
and we shared that knowing look again
but i guess he doesn't miss me enough
to tell me a decent hello.
 Nov 2013 Emma Amme
AJ
Maybe if I drown myself
In black coffee and expensive cigarettes,
I can forget that I am destined
To always be trash.
If I strive high enough,
One day I might even make it to average.
Even that is just a pipe dream, though.
 Nov 2013 Emma Amme
R
Dear Michael,
 Nov 2013 Emma Amme
R
I um, I haven't really had much of a conversation with you.
Like, a real one. You know, the ones about how the air smells
in spring or how the stars look at night.
But, I keep having this dream where I tell you
that I've always thought that it was my fault.
That I deserved what happened to me.
And to be honest, you are the only person who
makes me feel like it wasn't.
So, thank you.

I want to thank you for saving me.
At first, I hated you because you had to be the one who
brought me to the counselor that day. I was so hell-bent on
wanting to die, that I completely forgot my reasons to live
even though their hands were guiding me to the
front office.

Thank you for being there for me when no one else was.
For asking that oblivious question, "Is it boy issues?" that day in Math class.
For staying with me no matter what.
For being my friend.
For... caring about me.

Michael, thank you.
Thank you so much for everything you are
and everything you ever will be.
I want to wish you the best on your engagement
and I really do hope you live a long and prosperious life with your significant other.

I love you, I really do.
 Nov 2013 Emma Amme
ASB
happier days
 Nov 2013 Emma Amme
ASB
ever since we started
doing whatever this is,
I have been singing
in the kitchen,
I have been playing
happy songs too loudly,
I have been getting
out of bed with a smile.
your touch is electrifying
and my god, how I miss you
whenever you're not around.
I can't stand being away from you,
I hate not kissing you
and all the time not spent
in the proximity of your lips
is wasted.
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