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i love you.
2. that scares me.
3. more than the apocalypse.
4. or student loans.
5. i think you love me too.
6. which scares me even more, because
7. for the first time in my life,
8. we both have the same amount of kindling in our campfire chests.
9. i want to help you clean, because
10. your apartment is a pig sty.
11. but i wouldn't want to do household chores with anybody else,
12. and i know you're trying.
13. we both are.
14. trust me,
15. i know the feeling of cemented lungs,
16. too heavy to lift yourself out of bed,
17. but i sit up.
18. you have strengthened my back.
19. i hope i have strengthened yours.
20. i love your hawaiian dad shirts.
21. i think they're endearing.
22. i want to be next to you, always, and
23. even *** doesn't feel close enough.
24. if you were a haunted house,
25. i'd be the ghost that never leaves.
26. the homeowners would pull out the sage
27. but i love the smell.
28. i'd be a kind ghost.
29. i'd do the dishes.
30. as long as i can remain in your eaves.
 Apr 2018 emmie cosgrove
Reece
Self-indulgent panic of the scarring emotion
Blood across a mirror cracked
Where her body lay for days

Disingenuous apathy of a solemn kind
To meet her gaze in the evening din
Lifeless she lay and he laid to

A wave that breaks, in romantic ocean breadth
A breath that fell silent
and so too does the head

White dress, petticoat, floundered folly
Lovers in the summer rain
That never shall see a sunrise again
 Feb 2018 emmie cosgrove
Joanna
Well...first I'd probably pay off all my student loans

And with the rest of the $10, i don't know.....

Chipotle or taco bell maybe?
Originally published here: https://commaful.com/play/pluzoo/if-i-won-millions-in-the-lottery/
 Feb 2018 emmie cosgrove
vega
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 Feb 2018 emmie cosgrove
vega
i tell people that you have an impossibly calming effect on my mind’s eye, that i love how your words are blankets around my unsteady existence, but in truth loving you is far more than stillness in my head, it’s more like a sky full of eyes watching the way i’ve grown onto you like lichen, rooting myself and hardening like wax around your spine every time we hold each other a bit too long; like brewing oleander tea in your mouth and happily taking sip after sip in hopes that you will one day **** me with your kisses; it’s not always a soft codeine high but more often my own head screaming at itself: this is it, this is love, true happiness, you can’t have it, you can never have it -- the future is uncertain and i drift endlessly on; i am sand, i am opinion, ever-changing -- loving you is like shooting stars falling to earth in the form of crystals cracking onto sacred seas of mirrors, like teeth and gold and black bedsheets that explode into crow’s wings, like my bones have been off-kilter in my body since the moment the first words you said to me fell from your lips and pooled in my ears, like your kisses are lies but my dread is real; it feels like the still-warm skin, the still-warm skin that knows, knows about her, the still-warm skin that will tell everyone you know; the sun hides from view so the clouds can have me now; but your voice triggers flint flickers ears ringing teeth click, sky-eyes shut tight and i am impossibly calmed by you once again
#x
 Feb 2018 emmie cosgrove
vega
there’s a safe space with birds peeking through mandalas and trees erupting from skies next to a fireplace that reeks of cigarettes and gasoline, it rattles like hearts do when they realize just how much they miss home, with two thrones behind tapestries that hide malarkey while sunlight sits in the driver’s seat as we track miles like tally marks with bleeding ears
To: You
From: Me

Open this letter when you feel like you have no more reason to stay alive~
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Hey! Cheer up! It's just a bad moment, a really bad one. I know you can pass through it and later on you'll see that it wasn't that bad. I do know because I also have those moments, when I just want to break down and let go everything. So I know that right now it is that bad, with all those negative thoughts inside your head, with all those voices screaming that you're in pain, that you're not needed, that you want to get away from all this. Don't do that, don't get away from it, don't let those voices get to you, it's not your time yet, you have a lot that you should fight for. You have a lot of reasons to keep going and I'm one of them as you're one for me. And remember, I'm here with you. You're not alone in this.
                                                 
       ­                                           Sara Leal
                                                           ­                                      24/01/18
The second one out of some. A new series of letters dedicated to you. I hope you feel it like I did.
I watch you
like I am watching the stars.
Four million things to see,
And three million more to do.
You,
My darling,
have even more than I.
This I realised
the night we cried
on the couch
with all the lights in the house replaced with a starry night.
You cry tears of satin,
with rose petals for eyes
and I would wish for your success
on every shooting star in the world.

I watch you
like I am watching the stars.
Please know
the night sky is brightest after implosion.
It blooms and grows
as you will
in your own enigmatic charisma.

A beautiful girl, yes
but oh,
so much more.
-The brightest star in the sky, and I have the pleasure of knowing her.
-M.C.
 Jan 2018 emmie cosgrove
Mos
Elegy
 Jan 2018 emmie cosgrove
Mos
I fell asleep in your arms again today
It was a grave of roots hugging my decaying body
And there was peace within your heartbeat
A reminder that death does not mean the end
Rather a beginning to solitude
I’m sorry
I love you
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