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I love you

I do

When you left

this morning

and all I could smell

was your scent mixing

with the aroma

of coffee,

I knew...

-katie,02:45

She isn't your answered prayer.

She nags.

She isn't your answered prayer.

She argues.

She questions your intention.

She isn't your answered prayer.

She bleeds.

She crumbles.

She isn't perfect.

She isn't your answered prayer.

Sometimes she crawls back to her hide.

She isn't your answered prayer.

She lets negative thoughts swarm inside her head.

She drains the energy out of you.

She isn't your answered prayer.

She doubts.

She curses.

She remembers her traumas.

She isn't your answered prayer.

She drives you to the wall.

She isn't your answered prayer.

She shatters the illusion of a perfect relationship.

She isn't the ideal girl.

She isn't your answered prayer.

But she chose you over others who pursued her.

She tries to silence her demons when you're near.

She compromises.

She isn't your answered prayer.

But you should love her just the same.

-answered prayer,

katie, 18:00

Why is it that when I read poems,

I feel you between the lines

See you through the imagery

Hear you throb with the rhymes

Could it be that the poets

Have known you better

Than I do

That they were

Able to capture you

Into their words

While I trip and fall

Chasing the heart

That you stole

-my love in other people's poems,

katie, 22:00

How did school go, Summer?

I heard the wind ask

It's the first three days and yet,

my mind floats with the clouds

The readings kept piling

as my concentration escapes

with the world I create

with my hands,

hoping it would soothe

the anxiety gripping me

How did school go, Summer?

I heard the trees breathe

I wrote an essay today

and it was longer than I thought

Ideas kept gushing out

in a ruthless Niagara

Crashing within, demanding

to be inked

I fell lost in the midst

swallowed by the points

I wanted to shriek

In the end I felt drained

collapsed against the wall

How did school go, Summer?

My cursor blinked at me

I waited patiently

for the internet

as it paced sluggishly

with my hope withering

throwing itself on the corner

of my bedroom as I cursed

the shadows mocking me,

the stains carved on the door

How did school go, Summer?

The moon beamed as I sat

The stars looked down

as I wept,

shoulders fiercely rocking

resolves painfully crumbling

The wind puffs in cadence

with my suppressed screams

One, two, three breaths

drawn from the ocean

I am okay again

How did school go, Summer?

I wish I could say how

I have tales to tell

about how I survived

I wait and wait in vain

but the question never came

How did school go, Summer?

I pray

one day

you would care

to ask

-how did school go, Summer?

katie, 11:31

If you look back far enough, you can see…

tears stained on stars

hearts contained in penny jars

words queued on my tongue

trying to roll themselves out

Also there are blisters on the moon

a laceration on its side

scribbles of who we are

decorating the path where I stride

Helpless yet still devoted

to the corpse that you are

Mindless of the pouring

of the gust whispering

"He is gone."

It's time to move forward

but my eyes keep looking backward

to where we have talked

our last few sentences

such a painful farewell

I am trying to get by

If you looked back far enough,

you would have seen

me crawled

picked my pieces scattered

all over the floor

But you stared far ahead

Cold, uncaring heart

turning into a memory,

a scar taking niche

into the skin

that I wear

-katie, 04:00

Sadness resounding

from the piano kills

all of my dreams

I sing

as you wrap yourself

in a blanket

I scream

I asked you to love

me deeper when I'm sad

You promised, I was glad

But why did you sleep

while I bleed?

Do lies taste better,

darling

when the love is dead?

-katie, 23:01

Go!

The doors are open wide

along with my eyes

staring at the nothingness

that used to be a space

filled with heady scents

of love

of joy

of the future

But everything changed

And the wind

that used to sing

me lullabies

now screams

silence

all around

All the sounds

that used to occupy

my mind,

your voice

the way you whisper

lies I believed

to be promises

disappeared

like they've never

been said

Oh you said

you will never

give up

on me no matter

what happens

So what happened

What made

you realize

I am difficult

to love

to understand

No, I am not

calling you back

again

This is me

telling you

to leave

be free

for I don't need

someone who doesn't see

beyond highs

beyond lows

So be free

It's better that you leave

now than later

For later would cause

a wound deeper

than the one I dug

beneath the ground

where I stand

Go!

-katie,21:45

Love slides down your cheeks

gentle and graceful

a dew caressing the tip

of a newly bloomed Tulip

It rolls itself down

and then rests in your lips

touches the curve of your smile

a match igniting the fire

raging inside

my playful mind

-katie

You don't know

What it's like

To stare

At the walls

For hours

And hours

Figuring out

How the clock

Ticks so loud

Screaming

A hollow sound

Dead, hollow sound

Ringing all over

Your deafness

Making you shiver

Despite your numbness

You don't know

What it's like

To hold yourself

Together because

Breaking down

Is like a drug

Tempting,

A little consoling

But destructive

So you lie there

Trying hard not to feel

Shutting the faint sound

Of blood running

In your veins

Trying hard not

To go insane

You don't know

What it's like

So stop repeating

Words I've heard

Before

For a million times

"You're gonna be fine!"

Maybe I would be

But not today

Definitely not today

-katie, 20:15

Image: Pinterest

Writing prompt by @poetbitesback When I look at myself in the mirror

“Who was she?”

“She was a lot of things.

But right now let me tell you how she particularly liked flowers. I guess she liked the colors; or the hope it brings, the chance at new beginnings. At least that was what I surmised when she finally taught me how to love them too.

I told her ‘we should grow a garden together’, and have a limitless strike at second chances.

That was when she silently taught me she also liked the decay after the bloom, the wilting petals, the abandoned boquet— I was the only one who wanted the garden; she just liked giving away beautiful, dying things.

So here I am, striving to thrive in this barren land, a ghost of a garden, of flowers that would never bloom; learning how to unlove her, because I can still flourish too.”

—The Physiology of Moving On

Thirteen inches Could it be nearer But you don’t scorch Nor burn

So here I am Underneath your blaze Like Icarus to the sun Melt me til morn

— Within Reach

but baby i'm a ticking time bomb would you rather lose me now or lose me forever

The way your eyes would bite my neck during the cigarette break when there was nothing between us and the moon except for the smell of stale tobacco.

© Margaux Emmanuel