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Emma May 2018
hearts beat, faster, faster
thighs bracketed around his waist
kisses clipped short because you just can't breathe enough air
he's holding you with his arms
But you're holding him with everything you are
Emma Apr 2018
I imagine her name is Lavender,
the woman behind the counter of the Yankee Candle.
Her face is creased with the years she's lived,
her hair but desperately dyed blonde tendrils.

She's not an ugly woman,
in fact, I'm sure she was once beautiful,
the kind of beautiful that men clawed each other's eyes out for.
She probably gave them a red-lipped smirk,
complained about their advances, but secretly loved it.
She probably had trouble holding on to female friends.

Now, she is an echo of that woman.
Still beautiful, but existing in her fading forties.
Small frame, careful makeup.
I wonder why it makes me so sad to look at her.
Emma Apr 2018
i'm sitting
listening to the soundtrack of my childhood
next to the people of my adulthood
it's times like this I never feel alone
i feel loved
my body to be lived in
rather than inhabited in
the boys look at the game
the girls chase the embrace
gentle and oddly honest
how their love is expressed in it's varying forms
youth is freedom
Emma Nov 2017
The goal has always been skinny.
I thought fat was the only thing wrong with me.
There's so many people I told myself I'd lose weight for,
because in my mind, skinny makes them like you more.

Every time I wanted to cry at the dressing room reflection,
I felt that thigh chafing, muffin-topped imperfection.
I'd like to think I'm different, stronger now.
But I'm not. I'd like to stop caring, I don't know how.

At least I've learned if I do lose weight it shouldn't be for them, he, she
It should be for a happier and healthier me.
Emma Nov 2017
She is beautiful
And yet she is cruel
She smiles
And yet there is no emotion in her eyes
She has been hurt
And yet she is strong
She lifts her head high
And yet she is breaking within
She is rage and anger
And yet perhaps she is vulnerable
She is infuriating to interact with
And yet she is like no other
She looks at everyone with hate
And yet she is not dead inside
She is alone
And yet she does not accept love
She has the power to break your heart
And yet she does not
Emma Nov 2017
Sometimes I feel like its written on my face
Every staring eye gives me a jolt
Worry and panic fill every empty space
And I wonder if its all my fault

Sometimes surrounded by people I feel very alone
Why do they look at me?
One moment I’m content, the next I’m thrown
Its like this stranger can see all the insecurity

Sometimes even when I’m happy, I’m sad
I love myself and my life and yet
Something creeps in, something slightly bad
I need the time to breathe, the time to reset

Sometimes I’m sure all eyes are on me
And everyone is thinking something lowly
But I remind myself the outside is all they can see
And I keep these feeling to “sometimes” only
#sometimes #insecure #emotion
Emma Nov 2017
We were blissfully unaware that it was a beginning,
I could see the stars reflected in your blazing blue eyes.
You turned and smiled and I swear my heart started singing,
you became my destiny, the sun in my sky.

I could see the man you would become and the world you would build,
and I knew I would do anything to live in that world with that man.
I fought beside you, you left me thrilled,
you were justice, you were morality, you had a plan.

You dreamed of equality and peace, something I defended ardently.
I did what I could, I may have even saved your life.
But I was only a mirror of your greatness, a shadow made to play my part silently.
You trusted me, I was your best friend, but I hid my hearts inner strife.

I loved you, I still love you, I will always love you.
But I couldn’t seem to say it, to let you see the truth in me.
In my eyes you were golden, I fell to my knees before you.
You were my king and by your side my heart was free.

But now, your gold has faded to white. Your stillness is so startlingly new.
I see no stars reflected for your eyes are eternally closed.
I feel no warmth when I press my forehead to yours, my dearest friend.
You asked me to hold you close in my arms, and you left this world.
And I am painfully aware that this is an end.

— The End —