Emmy Dawn

Emmy Dawn Mar 2014

Love is not red light glowing,
Perfect dates in fine clothing
Calling each other baby
Watching for romance like seasonal flowers growing
Saying forever like you mean it, maybe
Love is not razor blade butterflies
Ripping from your stomach and
Tearing at your heart
If you're bleeding from the inside
It's no form of dark art
Love is not your clinging hand
grasping at scripted cliches
You shouldn't have thrown this at me
Drowning in this pile of desperation and papercuts
You'd be the last person I'd see

Love is the static of him
Hands, collarbones, hair
We don't even have to try
Maybe someday you'll learn
Only infatuation says goodbye
Love is deep breaths after
Breathing in his scent
Living in hours before
I don't regret anything
He was always something more
Love is effortless
Simply instinct
I'm not sorry to say
I've made the right choice
I thank myself for hurting you, every single day

This is to people who romanticize having a "perfect" relationship, making love feel obligational.

Emmy Dawn Mar 2014

Glass Mask

Sometimes I cannot think straight
I can only see with the curves of my eyes
It is distorted, twisted like crude glass
So much that I cannot tell truth from lies
I have learned the difference
Between what you do
And what you actually mean
Because I do that, too
These pieces do not fit together
Push too hard, they will break
Tears cannot mend
What was always fake
I hide under a mask
you think you can see through
But that is not me
It is all for you

Emmy Dawn Mar 2014

Flaws of a Mysterious Creature Known as Me

All I can see is the red beneath my eyelids
Harsh rays still shining through like it demands attention
The spot light of affection

I feel the gritty path under my bare feet
My trail of heartstrings pulled too tightly
And hopes taken too lightly

Composed of the barely contained
Shall I lock my thoughts in a cage?
Because I cannot control this rage

I wish I was a sculpture
Shaped to artist’s perfection
Maybe then I could face my reflection

Emmy Dawn Mar 2014

The Abyss of Depression and Other Monsters

I've got this current of emotion caught in high tide
It feels like I'm floating,
Lost in the ocean of my mind
but something below is lingering
I close my eyes as not to see
But it will not leave
Tickling the bottoms of my feet reminding me
This safety is not forever
How could I forget?
Wrapping around my ankles
I do not fight, only wait
Breathing this air
Questioning my fate
As I cling to you
like the last life jacket
And pretend to be immortal

Emmy Dawn Mar 2014

Snow Globe War Zone

Suspended on this glass
Above the heated battle below
Not sure how long we’ll last
We lock eyes mirrored with parallel fear
We move ahead
The floor is breaking,
Our feet like lead
The deadly cracks are all we can see
There’s no escape
Nowhere to run
Our hearts twisting into a new broken shape
There is no hope to be seen
We are not skyward bound
Upward is simply impossible
Too much light, blasting sound
And we’re both just looking down

Emmy Dawn Mar 2014

If We Were a Notebook

Life is like paper
We are always tracing,
Arms like rulers, hands like graphite
You leave smudges on my skin
Hard lines softened by your touch
Marking places no one else has been
You make my indifferent linear mouth
curve into a smile
I didn't realize how much I wanted to see you
Until it hit me like a permanent pen
The question I had written wasn't what,
It was when
I find myself thinking of you
Trying to draw you in my mind
In this world of accuracy
It's far from perfect
Doesn't do you justice
It's like the cause but not the effect
How can your flaws be so alluring
I just love you more
As more of your picture forms
Shadows and light
Like an artist's final sweep
Nothing has felt more right

Emmy Dawn Mar 2014

Tinted Present

Reds on a messy paint pallet
My hair, that evening dress, cherry-scented chapstick
blood gushing, with my heart that I've presented before you
Tie my arteries as though they are ribbon
Wrap them around a gift for her
So she knows it was me
It was mine, the choice was not
Those veins pumped for you
And now they are all that remains