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Emma Hill
Poems
Sep 2015
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Music pulsing
I smell sweat I smell
Beer spilled all over the ground like secrets whispered to the girl in the stall left of mine
I look at him I try to look through him I canβt
Perhaps I have met my match
He is enticing he is beautiful
The contrast of our skin is the make of ink on parchment paper soon to be love letters
Burn them all destroy what could have been good for me
What the **** is good for me Iβm good for nothing for no one
I close my eyes I move
Sensuality
Pushing pulling me away me to HIM
He used to scream in my face to breathe hot breath into my heart
Wanted to ruin me he did but
Not irrevocably
I am more now I am less everything is overwhelming underwhelming
This life this human shell is it mine
It all stares back at me in the silver backed mirror
I shake I shiver
He makes me tremble but not like HE did
Anticipation for love he makes me come
Anticipation for /uninvited pain/ he made me whither
I dance I move my hands my hips
Contort my body think of me in bed
He kissed me gently his arm around my shoulders
HOME
Protect me invite me to stay I want to STAY
#life
#teenager
#disorder
#***
#free
#flow
#verse
#personality
#borderline
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