Your name has always sounded to me
The way happiness feels,
The perfect shaping of words,
The most soothing movements of the mouth.

My stomach cramps up at the sight of you.
It does not hurt, no, you see:
It does not hurt at all.
Not compared to how I feel when I remember,
That you,
Once filling up my lungs with your very presence,
Making breathing all that much easier for me,
Still by my side on my exhale,
Is now out of sight,
Unfamiliar,
Distant,
Out of reach.

When everyone else is angry,
I am the one with the misty eyes.

When everyone else overcomes their grief,
I am the one with the misty eyes.

When the end has finally come,
I am the one who is ready.

The pain,
alone with the memories of you,
have both faded away to a distant blur.

This earth                                    
can have you                  
drift into the sea.          
Searching,
wandering
for an answer.
When you are lost,
call on God,
He will make you free.

Hey, you seem distant.
This has been so consistent.
Is it because of your family?
Or is it because of that girl, Emily?
The one with the strange attitude,
The one who seems to hate you?
She's hard to comprehend,
She seems to pretend;
That she isn't lonely.
That you're not the one and only.
Why doesn't she understand,
That she doesn't need a man
To make her
Independent
Or happy
Or whole
Why don't you love yourself?
You're not your own enemy.
Love, Emily