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Feb 2015 · 5.2k
Emmy Feb 2015
I am the sun
and you
are the moon:
my tidal-wave
are controlled
by you

So when it’s 2am
in the middle of the night,
I know why
I can’t
sleep tight.
Feb 2015 · 706
Emmy Feb 2015
and i swear your breath in the cold air might as well have been cigarette smoke, the way it filled my lungs with a taste i couldn't forget and left them begging for something that i knew would only hurt me
Jan 2015 · 456
Emmy Jan 2015
I do not know you
I do not know your name or the name of
the song that nearly brings you to tears
but my god you are beautiful
Dec 2014 · 825
Emmy Dec 2014
I miss your wrists;
and the way they unhinge
at the cliff edge of my shoulders.
I miss standing breath to breath,
close enough to feel your heart
making music against my chest.
Dec 2014 · 4.7k
Emmy Dec 2014
You are so
B e a u t i f u l
it hurts;
The silhouette
of your frame
even when my eyes
are closed
Nov 2014 · 618
Emmy Nov 2014
and i promise
that every single night
before the darkness
swallows this already
blackened world,
i'll tell you how
beautiful you are to me.
i'll tell you how much
i adore you
Emmy Nov 2014
I'm afraid that if someone were to put a knife to my skin and cut open, all that would erupt from my veins is your name, tucked neatly into the corners, so no one could know how fervently I love you. Even though you're all that is keeping me alive, at times youre all that I think will be the death of me.
Nov 2014 · 735
Emmy Nov 2014
I know that I'm no good for you
You are the sun, moon, stars, sky
All the wonderful things in this universe
While I'm just a breathing human being
Who merely craves for your existence
more and more each day
Nov 2014 · 3.9k
Emmy Nov 2014
the veins
on my hand
look like road maps
and still, I’ve been trying
to follow my heart home.
the road map of veins end
at my forearm
where I’ve etched your name
countless times
with shards of stained glass.
home isn’t where the heart is.
Nov 2014 · 10.9k
i want
Emmy Nov 2014
I want to softly whisper
incomplete poems
on your collar bones
that don't rhyme with anything
but your heavy breathing.

I want to bury my face
in the curves of your neck
because you smell like the winter clouds
and I've been gazing at the sky
since you left.
Nov 2014 · 1.1k
Emmy Nov 2014
rub your collarbones over mine and leave on me the smell of your skin so I can finally have something to wake up to

you can have all of me
Oct 2014 · 626
Emmy Oct 2014
I rather write about this world than live in it
And id rather play music all day
and read and wander around in bookstores
and watch humans but not be one of them.

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