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Emma A Nov 2013
Marriage was never really in the cards for us
But it was simply the next step in our relationship, like growing out of a pair of shoes
You would buy the new shoes wouldn’t you? So why not just upgrade to a newer status of “us”?
I never knew what I wanted out of life
You always had a plan
I thought we balanced each other out
But maybe we were at opposite ends of the universe, slowly being pulled further apart by our vast differences
But if I knew one thing in this world, it was that I loved you
God did I love you- I was as sure of it as I was as sure as the stars and moon above that gave me such comfort on those cold nights when my anxiety would steal any notion of sleep
You used to find me lying outside in the grass, staring up at the sky at 2, 3 in the morning
You never said a word, just lay down beside me and held me until I stopped sobbing
We fought constantly
Over stupid little things that I now regret
We would get into raging wars about which flowers to buy from the stand- I love sunflowers and you hate yellow
After we fought you would shove me against the wall and kiss me until your tongue melted away all the curses I meant to scream at you
The week we decided to repaint our kitchen was the week I met another man
It wasn’t planned
Nothing ever really was, if I had anything to say about it
We met at the flower stand; he said my sunflowers were beautiful
Soon  we were fooling around in the back of my car every night that week
The next day at Home Depot we were fighting about the paint color
Of course I wanted yellow and of course you hated it
I screamed that I had slept with someone else and the look on your face just about killed me
It was like I had stolen all the dreams you ever had, and I guess I did because I took your heart and I shattered it like a mirror
We haven’t spoken much since, just civil conversation with lawyers present about the divorce
You should have bought me sunflowers.
637 · Nov 2013
the secret room
Emma A Nov 2013
we were in a room with people we knew, but didn't really know
i was somewhere in the realm between listening and non-listening to those people boast about the skills they had
quietly counting the freckles on my arms- nine
but then they came to you
and i remember clearly,
you said that you have a room in your house
empty, but for a lone typewriter on a desk by the window
where you write
and i listened, looking up from my counting when you said that
and i began to fall in love with you, or the mystery of you
the way you seem is not the way you are
i saw through your facade
your weaknesses lie in your inability to be real with the world
but behind closed doors
i loved your ***** vans and mismatched socks with holes in the toes and the gap between your teeth because these were the little things you thought no one noticed
but what i loved most was the man you became in your quiet, empty secret room, on the top floor of your never empty but always lonely house
626 · Dec 2015
unfound
Emma A Dec 2015
I uncovered every stone and retraced every step trying to find where we went wrong.
But in the end, I just got lost.
619 · Dec 2015
the dance
Emma A Dec 2015
that first night, you danced with me
and everybody looked at us like we were crazy
and maybe we were
but we were too dizzy with the excitement
of what came next for us
to even notice
or care
about the rest of them
and now that you're gone
I dance alone
and I think about that night
and I think about you
and I think about how quickly
things fell apart
since the night we danced.
593 · Oct 2013
forgotten things
Emma A Oct 2013
I am the box of forgotten things lying in your closet
Letters you never sent
Postcards from places you’ve never been, will never go
Old Polaroid photos from your forgotten youth
Times you swore you’d never leave
Broken dreams and broken hearts
I am the box of things forgotten
545 · Oct 2013
coffee
Emma A Oct 2013
I take my coffee dark and strong, just as I take my men
So as I stood at the counter stirring my dark, hot coffee,
I watched as you sat at the table growing paler and weaker in my eyes
As you struggled to figure out when I would figure out
What you were hiding
As if I didn't already know
revision tips much needed please!
540 · Nov 2013
you crash into me
Emma A Nov 2013
i feel you in waves crashing over me
beating me over the head to make me feel something, anything
tearing me apart with your tears like saltwater flowing through my open wounds
you beg me to feel you like i used to
love you like you need me to
but the numbness hits me like icy water and i am again your stranger
472 · Feb 2014
drive
Emma A Feb 2014
today i drank a bottle of the finest, oldest scotch my dad had locked in the liquor cabinet
i stole the key, he doesn’t know it yet
i sat in my car and put it into drive
i kept my foot on the brakes because-i don’t know, i was scared i guess
but i wanted to ******* feel something, you know?
you could never understand that
you always felt too much-all the time
i never told you this, but i envy you for that
i could feel the anger boiling up inside of me and i slammed on the gas pedal
it was dark, past midnight and i got on the highway
i swerved perilously between the lanes
then crash
and i didn’t feel anything at all
466 · Feb 2014
monsters
Emma A Feb 2014
you’re like a ******* code that i can’t seem to crack
some days you’re dark and sad and lonely and your jade green eyes are clouded with pain
but day after day i stare into those eyes and i can see that they sparkle with something or for someone but it's not for me
and i know that, i do
but i can’t help but think i can be the girl who saves you from the monsters inside your head
the ones who tell you you can’t move on, you can’t love again
because i know those monsters
i’ve battled with them head on
i’ve slit their throats and released my freedom
and i promise you
you will love again
457 · Mar 2014
(tense and release)
Emma A Mar 2014
I don’t know your favorite season
(grab me, please)
I don’t know the things you tell yourself so you can sleep at night
(kiss me hard)
I don’t know your middle name
(slow it down)
Or your last name
(quicken the pace)
You’re a quick fix to a growing problem
(addicted to your taste)
And your body
(rising intensity)
Next to mine
(relieve the pressure)
Is all I really need to know about you.
*(tense and release)
439 · Nov 2013
I am a writer
Emma A Nov 2013
And it is not until you feel the sweat dripping down your face onto your ink-stained paper
mix with the tears flooding out of your eyes like the first rain after a long dry spell
mix with the blood throbbing through your veins, pounding with every raw thought and word you think and write
mix with the ink stains on your tattered t-shirt that you haven't washed in a week
that you can think to yourself:
I am a writer.
360 · Dec 2015
breakpoint
Emma A Dec 2015
my sorrows follow me into bed
they become like scorned lovers
begging me to stay but forcing me to leave
I'm left with tear-stained pillows
and tortured cries
and an ache that cannot be remedied
342 · Dec 2015
early morning thoughts
Emma A Dec 2015
it's 5 o'clock in the morning
and you're standing there under the streetlight
in your boxers
and I am so in love with you
333 · Dec 2015
"I'll try to be better"
Emma A Dec 2015
so many "you're right's"
so many "I never meant to hurt you's"
so many "I'm sorry's"
so many ******* "I'm sorry's."
290 · Dec 2015
gone
Emma A Dec 2015
I miss you even when I'm with you.
How do you expect me to live without you?

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