I opened them again
the wounds of my past
hovering in the present
dictating the future

as much as I wish
I didn’t paint the picture
of an abandoned
lost girl
I suppose I did

See me clearly
feel my warmth
hope for new love
that won’t stray
at the sign of a scary thought

the idea that you cannot fully love…

the mirage that all you cause
is devastation

As much as I would like
to say I’m no fragile flower
in this state I am
and always will be

the state where someone tells me
they can’t fully love me

that they’ll eventually leave me
all is fair in honesty

unless the lies we tell ourselves
are just meant to endanger
stay lonely as a stranger
to yourself and others

can’t handle the pressure
of being more than lovers

fleeting time with an end
dictated by thoughts
of rarity and
elusive longing

for things
and personalities
that come evolved


I am regrowth in love’s warm embrace
I am isolation when it’s taken away
I am the manifestation of my prior lives
seeking new ones within the torn pages

echoes of remembrance
while traveling on

I don’t want to alone
but will if I must.

Emily C. Poésie © 2019

5 Comments Add yours

  1. Sometimes alone is necessary. At least for a while.

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    1. Yeah. You are right. Thank you.

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      1. You’re welcome, I always enjoy your writing.

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      2. Thank you. I always enjoy yours.

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