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Nov 2017 · 226
skin
Gemma Nov 2017
Regret, binding and drowning
The rough feeling of overwashed blankets and the smell of ***
Warm skin at night only makes me feel colder in the morning
Oct 2017 · 555
used
Gemma Oct 2017
I've let my body get so used I don't even want to touch myself anymore
My skin is not mine it is for anyone who wants it
My thighs are not the miraculous limbs that I owe my many great travels to, they are only miles of skin that begs to be touched.
My hair is not silk to cascade over my ears and frame my face, it's purpose is to be wrapped around your fingers and yanked.
Every ripple of pleasure
is a disguise for my disgust, the worthless feeling of being nothing more than a pretty new toy.
You do not worship me but you worship my ability to rip an ****** from your body.
You leave me used and abused in more ways than one
and just like a pretty new toy,
after you play with me
I become as worthless to you
as I have become to myself.
Oct 2017 · 148
i
Gemma Oct 2017
i
i wish i had known who i was
long before these decisions
but without these decisions
would i have ever known?
Oct 2017 · 164
bird
Gemma Oct 2017
I knew that you were drowning
and I did everything I could do to help
I told you to look for the bird in the sky
to let you know that there's land nearby
I can't be there anymore
but I pray
that you can find that hope in yourself
because I know that you are in fact a strong swimmer
and with the right motivation
You can
and you WILL
get to land
let land treat you well, my dear friend
Sep 2017 · 210
a whole
Gemma Sep 2017
I could read your eyes
like the simplest of children's books
I knew the words you spoke
as if I spoke them myself
We
were one in the same
Our hearts broke together
and we spent years
piecing them back, together
I know
every crack of your skin,
every vein in your body
I know the scents that make you weak
and the words that make you fall apart;
and in return
you knew my whole being
We shared an unspoken connection
-why didn’t that stop
my weak faith?
I was given a human
to read me like I ached to be read
yet I always knew that we would not remain
If you asked me why
I could not tell you
I think you knew it too
I'd catch your eye when those songs played
while those voices spoke of yearning for a broken connection
and I'd find them to be as wet as mine
I admire
your faith in us
whether it was because you truly believed it
or because you were afraid of the alternative
I admire that you would confidently tell me that our bond would remain
that we would only get better
Right until the very end
Maybe it was my fault that we didn't
Maybe I wasn't meant to have someone like you,
someone who stole away my independence and gave me another half
Maybe I was meant to be surrounded by distant people
for I wasn't ready
We were sent to each other for a purpose
for when we met
we were both on the edge of breaking
So we broke together
our pieces entertwining themselves
so as to not be alone
there's a great poem in here somewhere, but I will have to uncover it some other day
Sep 2017 · 130
Untitled
Gemma Sep 2017
And now I realize
The deeper meaning to the words you speak
These are not words of encouragement
These are pleadings from a drowning man
To the only thing he has left
Sep 2017 · 157
with love, for me
Gemma Sep 2017
This book seems to be devoted to you
your mention graces almost every page
but it isn't
it's devoted to me
to my growth
and to my feelings
Sep 2017 · 142
Untitled
Gemma Sep 2017
Though it will ******* me still
sooner or later I'll begin to know
what to give and what to leave to life
Sep 2017 · 143
Untitled
Gemma Sep 2017
It's my fault in a way
I showed people
and expected them to see it the way I did
but no one has the same heart as me
Jul 2017 · 216
Stone Faced Man
Gemma Jul 2017
Where do you go
When your face loses all of it's color
When your voice loses all of it's composure

Where does your energy go when the green leaks out of your eyes
When you turn from a bright summer day into a weary winter night

I know where you go
You waste so much energy
Trying to go back to how it was

You drown yourself in the same memories I use to keep me afloat

Father, you are the wiser one
But you are also jaded
These past few years
Have been termites
Slowly eating away at the vibrant light you used to be

The man you used to be comes out in occasion
I think even sometimes it shocks you
Your laugh makes the sun shine a little but brighter

For the longest time I thought that you were swimming just fine
That even though debt and regrets were always a regret
You had faith that you'd make it out

But now I understand
You are just a strong swimmer
You don't have faith that you'll get out of the water
You just won't give yourself another choice

You tell me that I should work hard to make life what I want it to be
You tell me that I have the potential to be in a better place
You teach me to be the opposite of you

And just now I realize
The deeper meaning to the words you speak
These are not words of encouragement
These are pleadings from a drowning man
To the only thing he has left
Gemma Jul 2017
Like the wide open sky surrounding us
the day I brought you home
with the warm breeze feathering my flushed cheeks

Surrounded
with a hint of the deep quarry
that I grew up splashing in

And the clouds
that bring rain down to patter
on the plants in my garden
and wet the leg of my jeans
i wish i could read this to you
Jul 2017 · 283
lava
Gemma Jul 2017
Your sweet enticing voice was a sirens call,
beckoning me to your every whim.
The taste of your tongue was poison,
slowly causing my addiction.
Your beautiful eyes were hypnotizing
blinding me from the madness
you called from within me.
Your golden curls
were barbed wire
wrapping my up and filling my veins;
allowing you control of my precious lifeblood.
The sweet aroma of your flesh
was a drug
fixing me into a haze.
Your special smile was a bright beacon for my heart
calling me in and promising never to let me go.
In your strong warm arms I felt like I was home.
But every little beautiful thing about you couldn't steal my care for myself
because my sweet selfishness
is embedded deep in my heart.
And my promise to myself
to take no ****
is a vow I take seriously
Jul 2017 · 145
A
Gemma Jul 2017
***
year went by
                                     in the blink of an eye
Jul 2017 · 214
Untitled
Gemma Jul 2017
I'm too young
to have lived like this;
I'm too young
to have given my heart,
my bed,
my life,
To you.
But I offered it to you.
No man could resist

                                    If you loved me;
If you were truly the man I worshiped,
you wouldn't have let me.
You would have tried harder
to tell me to care about my life.
But you and I
withhold a sweet selfishness,
and not even I can blame you
for stripping the last pieces of my childhood
right off of my body
I spent a year in your arms
and no where else
Jul 2017 · 133
Untitled
Gemma Jul 2017
And now you're gone
Not an empty void
No
Just a blank space
Jul 2017 · 170
I'm here because of you
Gemma Jul 2017
Thank you for putting me through hell. You made me realize
how much I wanted heaven.
(the biggest turning point in my short life)
Jul 2017 · 164
Thanks
Gemma Jul 2017
Thanks for the memories
For teaching me
They're both very good and very painful
the things that I'll never be able to tell you
Jul 2017 · 191
Curls
Gemma Jul 2017
Before I left you
You sheared off all of your long hair
The hair I spent endless hours admiring

She'll never have those soft curls wrapped around her fingers
That one thing
She'll never have

My beautiful curls
The only memory I won't have to share
Gemma Jul 2017
You and I were black and white
And everyone else was gray
You brought out parts of me I've never seen
You put me into my highest highs
And my lowest lows
I thought I wanted gray
I thought gray was healthy
But I want you
In a field of gray I built around me
I want you
I want the bright light you pushed me into
And the black you consumed me in
I want to live my life with you
I want to experience everything with you by my side
I want to wake up with you on a Sunday and sit in the sun drinking our coffee silently
I want to fix the sleep deprived stress in your eyes when you come home from work
I want you to hold my stomach with love in your eyes
While it grows into something beautiful
I want to cause storms in your eyes
And drown in the current
I want to see you on our brand new couch
With your cheeky little smile
I want to feel your disappointment
Send me into a lonely spiral
I want you to kiss our beautiful daughter on her head
And wave goodbye to her when you leave for work
I want to yell at you for doing nothing for us
And I want to see you try
I want your blacks just as much as I want your whites
I wish I had known that sooner
you
Jul 2017 · 458
Life of a Hopeful Dreamer
Gemma Jul 2017
I started missing you early on.
I started missing you while I was still with you.
I missed you while I was sitting across from you
while your grin still lit up my heart.
I missed you while your mouth was on me
with your tongue sending me into a spiral.
I started missing you when I realized we wouldn't last.
I started letting you go before I left you.
I tried to pretend that that wasn't the case,
I tried to stay oblivious.
I should have left you the first time.
I could have left you the first time,
if I had just let myself face it.
If I had faced the fact that you would only warm my bed for a small portion of my life.
But I stayed long enough for you to latch on
and begin building a home inside of my heart.
It wasn't fair to either of us;
I should have let you go the moment I started missing you,
but I'm a hopeful dreamer.
My kindness in the end hurt us more than it could have.
But I still don't know what that means.
Does that mean I should give up the second I'm unsure?
That jaded lifestyle will leave me lonely.
But I don't want to stay long enough to let it fester,
for my heart to commit another naive suicide.
Your presence may seem a cruel one for life to inflict on me,
but life isn't supposed to be easy.

You ignited a fire in me;
A hungry desire to do better;
One that was seemingly waiting to be lit.

I've learned so much.
You've helped me put things together,
and to find some pieces.
I curse life for breaking my heart like that
But I beg it to do whatever it needs to do
If I need to break
Hundreds of times
To become who it is I want to be
Then so be it
Life should not be bland
I should experience everything there is to
I feel like it's debatable on whether I can survive this
Like if I have to face it again I won't be able to
But I can
And I will
I will grow and become stronger
Though it will ******* me still
Sooner or later I'll begin to know
What to give and what to leave to fate
Though you seem big right now
In comparison to the picture life will paint for me
You are but a small part
To a large masterpiece
Jul 2017 · 352
These Walls
Gemma Jul 2017
I miss finding pieces of us on the floor
I miss our soft words tugging at each others zippers
I miss our sharp insults ripping at each others buttons
I miss the feeling of myself spilling out
Of my walls crumbling to the floor
I miss every piece of me being exposed
Open to your eyes
I miss playing with everything I found inside of you
I miss our carelessness causing everything to lay scattered on the ground
I miss swapping ideas and thoughts
I miss the library we built together
We didn't have time to clean up
To split evenly what was laying on the ground around us
You took what you could and you ran
With my voice urging you to go
Now I lay here in our mountains of things
I stroke the pieces you left behind
And I start rebuilding my walls
I start putting the pieces that I have back together inside of me
I know that I'm missing some
And I know that when you go through the same process you'll find them and think of me
As I sort through myself
I find things that I don't want anymore
I discard things from both you and I
And rebuild a different way
The walls I'm building now are thinner
Because I know the feeling of them spilling down is a good one
The library inside of me now has more meaning, and less gaps
I'm still in the process of cleaning
I think I will always miss finding pieces of us on the floor
But I'm preparing myself to be ready to experience it again.

— The End —