emilywinter

emilywinter Sep 2017

Nobody

Green as your eyes they tickle my feet.
  Smell as sweet as yours,
   wind as soft as your hands on me,
    nature as beautiful as your love.
     Concrete like the walls you've built,
      harsh and rough.
       Smog from your cigarettes,
        which you've come to replace me with
         Maybe,
           like our environments,
            we build and destroy ourselves...
              for the same reason to escape a little faster.

emilywinter Sep 2017

Nightmare

Staying up late used to be a fun game.
who can last the longest,
we dared each other.
now its become dangerous,
the monsters under our bed,
seeped into our head,
dragging the razor blade across us.
we now try to hide in our dreams,
though their whispers of our faults keep us awake.
we used to beg to stay up...
now we want to go to sleep
and never wake up.
excuse me if a bottle of sleeping pills
have become more tempting
than a body fully of scars,
and a mind full of monsters...

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