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Emma Oct 2016
I want you to know
The confident girl you see
Is a sculpture of shards,
Shards of glass and broken hearts
Held together by plaster
From the smile plastered on her face

Glass shards from the first time
The first time when nails werent enough
Glass from when the broken frame
Falling fron the dented wall


Shards of her once perfect life
Ran over by the swirving car
The night she saw....
The night she decided she had to stand tall
But even skyscrapers fall

A heart broken by ***** lips
And pounding hips
Lips that forced and lied
Tongues that whispered promises
But just lead to teary eyes
A heart broken from believing
Just to be left behind

This empty sculpture is filling
Recognizing its worth,
Recognizing theres stregnth in parts
She learning how to give you her heart

Her heart is broken, But forgiving
So she keeps on giving
Fi.ds the stregnth to keep living
Shes has given you her heart
Love her, love her smart
Emma Oct 2016
Have you ever Heard a silence
so deafening It screams

How about a room so empty
Your crowded thoughts consume you

A love so strong
You wonder if its even true

A man so perfect
You can't believe he chose you

A sky so blue
You wonder the name of the hue

A heart so pained
That its numb

A love so true
Theres no way it was meant for  you
Emma Oct 2016
my tiny frame has hardened
the porcelain of my skin
just a pretty shell around steel
burning steel, red hot
hot with fire and flames
flames concealed with baby face and blue eyes
there is a strength behind my pretty face
a strength derived by not being strong
no longer a pretty sunshine song
but a heavy beat that resembles rock
no more beautiful marble pristine
but red hot coals that fuel the heat
Emma Oct 2016
Her grip still holds you
hindering you from going
his hands still linger
keeping me from feeling

she controlled you
your words, your friends, your action
he lead me
lead me to believe what i didn't

she infected you
and the infection has spread
he hurt me
and the bruises aren't healing

she,he
she poisoned your mind
he's venom in my veins
they played us like pieces in their games
Emma Oct 2016
There's something here
I'm sorry you're to blind to see it
but how, how can you not see
that you meant, you mean everything to me

There was always something here
from giggles over the years
and awkward silences that screamed
Oh how i wish i could tell you

There finally was, we were
we were the teenage romance
a story of struggle, laughter, and adventure
a story john green would be proud of

but then, you closed the book
distracted by new places, new adventures
but here i am, book open
ready to write new chapters
Emma Oct 2016
The taste of you lingers
Not like him not like
Strawberries, sweet strawberries
But like bad yogurt

You were supposed to be good for me
But you, you were artificially sweetened
With broken promises and false labels
A flaming feminist, who burned like acid

You were supposed to be good for me
But your sweetness turned sour
Butterflies turned to nausea
A sour aftertaste no amount of strawberries could erase

I wish the sour taste would go
That it would leave me alone
So i could enjoy the strawberries
I longed so much to taste but,

Your taste lingers
Even after months of strawberries
And weeks of salt
Your sour taste lingers
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Emma Sep 2016
Come one and all
As long as your thin and tall
Or curvy with rhythm
And be okay to with him
Come free come free
Unless your a man,
that's 5 dollars for me
Come see the spectacle
A morally recompehensible, spectacle
Of drinks getting used
To get girls abused
An ochestra of ignored nos
And phrase just go, and stops
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