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razor blades cut just like that
and you're falling into nothing
just like that you don't know what you're doing
but you just keep pretending you do
don't want to start this addiction
why can't i say no with conviction
for once in my life

Dear Future Me,

One day, you will meet a boy. And he will be hilarious and nerdy and skinny and play a musical instrument, preferably drums or guitar. He will respect your feminist tendencies but still open doors for you and not let them slam in your face. He will not be one of those obnoxious homophobic guys, or enjoy hunting. He won’t participate in team sports, and he will have cute messy hair. He will be smart enough to have an intelligent conversation, but not so smart that he is incapable of joking around. He will put up with your mood swings and understand that it’s just a part of you you can’t help and don’t really like either. He will have gorgeous eyes. He will cheer you up when you’re sad and encourage you to try the impossible. You’ll see the best of yourself and what you can be in him.

But most of all, he will love you for exactly the person you are. And that’s really all that’s important.

Love,

Present Me

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I just love all of these.

7.10.10

Eyes like obsidian
shimmering black like hate.
Volcanic eruptions when I don't say the right thing
Or when I say it a little too late.
You're the hunter and I'm the prey
But you say I am your light
Will I ever be okay?
because honey, you're my night.

Raggedy Ann, I feel for you. 6.28.10

i hate the way you use me until i'm all used up
why do you use me if i'm as useless as i feel?
you leave me like a worn out sweater
as soon as i'm not at my best.
why won't you help me to get better?
i am such a mess.

i wish that i could count on you
like you can count on me.
i wish that the sky was blue.
now it's grey, like it used to be.
do you even know what you are doing
or are you that selfish inside,
that you cant see what it does to me,
that you don't notice when i hide?

6.28.10

Paper skyscrapers. 6.28.10

Paper skyscrapers
reaching up towards the sky.
Paper skyscrapers
will fall one day when we die.

I'm Emily, and I'm going to be posting poems here now.