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emma joy Mar 2013
I told her I loved her
She didn't understand completely how much, then again,
neither did I.
Love is such a cliche thing
overused and abused by false accusations and taudry
romantic comedies.
I'm not sure what
real
love is
but I do know what I feel for her is stronger than Nicholas Sparks and all the red roses in the universe
combined
Yet, all I could say to her glitter face,
All I was allowed,
In the most innocent way,
(For innocent, and as friends, is the only way)
I told her I loved her
And she said
"I love you more"
And I laughed
Because lord knows that is not humanely possible
emma joy Mar 2013
I very much would like to sip on your soul for the rest of my existence
Get high off your laugh
Hover on all the words you whisper
I very much would like to spend the rest of my life with you
I think that just may be great.
emma joy Mar 2013
It is on mornings like these that I see you in my bed
sprawling out and waking like a tabby cat in the sun
the feel of your silk pajamas
the feel of your feet brushing against my calves every so often
the shift of your weight pulls me closer to you
And I cannot help but turn around to look at your blossoming eyes
and your shy smirk
glistening in the daybreak light.
And I cannot help but think that if I had one morning like this
with you
in my bed
it would be a sunny day, and I'd be happy.
emma joy Mar 2013
It kills me to say this, but I think you and I are like oil and water.
Despite my longing to decapitate into your molecules and blend into you,
Maybe we weren't meant to mix.
Some times the forbidden-ness creates passion and pride,
and it did on my side.
I would still do anything and everything to dust your rocky shores.
You still are my ocean and everyday you swallow me whole.
But, I heard about this lake where the salt and fresh water collide and make waves.
And I wouldn't mind making waves with you.
emma joy Mar 2013
i haven't been able to get you off my mind.
not that that's different than any other day,
but i miss you
and i hope you're ok.
sometimes i can feel your pain run through me slightly.
like a wave, sparked by your tears.
and i picture you crying, alone in the world, scared, longing for something for someone,
and that's when i feel it.
i would give anything to make it stop.
to take it away and inflect it on myself.
but then, if we are so connected, and if you do love me as i love you, then you wouldn't be able to escape the pain either.
when you love someone you feel their pain they are going through something you can't save them from
and that kills you inside.
i know there's not much i can do.
and there sure isn't anything i can say.
but, i try to do what you did with me:
hug me and tell me it's all going to be ok.
i didn't believe you. i still don't.
but, your arms around my back felt nice.
emma joy Mar 2013
and if you are crying right now
swallowed by sadness and sinking in tears
i am sending you every good thought that comes to

mind
it is hard for one to see such a beautiful person

hurt
but you
it kills me.
i would do anything to take it all away, but i

know that nothing is that easy
i am not sure what to do to make it better
i have been there and i know that words are just

letters that are just sounds that are just the

breath moving through two slabs of flesh
and i know they dont make that much a difference

in a foggy mind
all i can think of is to tell you that i love you

each time i am reminded that souls get twisted

and may crack
emma joy Feb 2013
Get your act together
What are going to do about the science test today?
You’re gonna fail.
Stop thinking that.
Discipline.
I need discipline.
You need help.
Shut up.
Yeah, like that’s even possible.
Your purse has makeup all over it.
So?
It’s ruined.
There’s no Billy Joel song that makes sense now.
This isn’t normal.
Maybe it is.
You’re not.
It’s the little sugar tablets.
They’re making you crazy.
But, if it’s them am I crazy still?
Yes.
Oh.
That *****.
Your life *****.
Hurry up and type.
Shut up.
No.
Please.
Please stop.
I don’t know why this is…
Just shut up.
Help.
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