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em Oct 2014
familiar old friend
although
im not sure if friend
is the right word

its been almost
a year now

almost

284 days
that i was kinda
proud of

but here we are
here i am
running my fingers
along your edges
and
theyre cold

cold enough
that when i trace
my hips with
you it
almost feels
safe
and
habitual

but i said
almost

and you see
i only want you
around
when i cant
face my mistakes
when i cant
face the people
i hurt
and the
pain ive caused

i know its wrong
i know that

but i deserve it

unlike a lot of things
i deserve this
em Jul 2014
i sat on the edge of his bed
staring at his pathetically
painted blood-red walls
clicking the lock button
on my phone
repeatedly
praying to the only
God i know
as he cuts a line
squeezing a rolled 10 dollar
bill between his thighs

he doesn't know how much
i hate this
or
how it kills me
to watch him do
this

it kills me
because
he can't stand to be
with me
unless he's all sorts of
high
unless he can't remember
who he is or what we're
doing here together
and
he can't go
5
minutes without
smoking or
snorting or
placing a
pretty colored
pill on his bumpy pink tongue
just so his vision of me
goes a little blurry
and he can't hold a conversation
with me unless it
involves him
breathing heavily
and thrusting
on top of my bare
body
and nothing is as
it seems
for him or
for me
anymore

who are you when
you're sober

because i've
never
known

i thought i
loved
you but
i don't and
i can't and
i won't
i won't ******* love you
and i refuse to
because
when i did love you
i never loved
you
i loved who those drugs
made you

and
it kills me

but
today,
today was different
because
today
it killed you
too.
  Jul 2014 em
Ky Blackstar
Why do I still write about the pain of the blade when it hasn't kissed my hips for months
Why do I still write about you when you have not kissed my lips for even longer
em Jul 2014
71 days
since you looked
at me
clenching your phone
as your knuckles fade
into the brightest of whites
& water droplets consume
your bottom lashes
71 days since
you told me
she wasn't going
to make it

68 days
since we sat in my car
silent
tears crawling down your
sweet cheeks
outside of that place
they call hospice
& we call hell

*55 days

since you called me from
school and begged that
i pick you up
so i did
and we drove
we drove aimlessly until
we found a diner to
eat at
a diner that held no
significance
no memory of that
sweet woman you knew
you were about to
lose

51 days
since you told me
"i want her to let go now"
"she needs to be free"

50 days
since you said your
good-byes
you told her you loved her
and all she could
manage
was a tender
squeeze of the hand

48 days
since your father fell
asleep for
three minutes
holding her cold hand
and within that
short
one hundred and eighty seconds
3:30 a.m.
she slipped into her
next life
dressed in white, i'm sure
leaving behind this
family of
now
only
4.

47 days
since my mother
watched a shadowed
figure leave &
disappear from
my little brother's room
at four a.m.
as he slept

it was her, i'm sure*

42 days
since i stood next
to you
looking down at
a body no longer
full of
life
draped in pink
holding your hand

33 days

24 days

16 days

9 days

3 days

&
last night
all i could say
was i'm sorry
as i held your
trembling hands
soothing your rapid
repetitive
breathing &
promising those
swollen eyes that you
will
one day
be held by her again
instead of me
as you
dance with her in the sky
in loving memory of one of God's
newest & most beautiful angels
beth ann bradbury
em Jul 2014
you love her.

you loved me
6 years
4 months and 13 days.
you loved me.

you even loved me those nights you
found yourself on top of
another girl touching her
bare, unscarred hips
and
wrapping your hands around her neck
instead of mine
smelling & inhaling the scents that
seeped from her
pores
finding
every crevice of her
22 year old body
every ******* crevice

but you said
sorry
and
you still loved me.

1 year
7 months
11 days
&
here i am
you asked to see me and
i said okay.
but now you love
her.

you undress me
examine me
"it's okay if i'm only looking"
"it's not cheating if i don't touch you"
and yet.
you touch me.

and i stand there
naked
in front of you as you
tell me
how wonderful she is

but i love you
i've loved you for 6 years
4 months and 13 ******* days
aaron
and
you still ******* love her

you love her enough to stop
yourself from ******* me
from kissing me
enough to put my dress back on my
body
with those
calloused hands and
a tear in your ******* eye

you love her enough
to hold back
to remember
to prevent those scars that
you allowed me
to create so generously.

you love her.
more than you
ever loved
me.

— The End —