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5. ACCEPTANCE
[you're just a man]
[correction...]
[boy]
“You need therapy”
Yeah after you abused and belittled me Silent treatment if I didn’t give you my body and zip up my lips Coraline Button eyes so I couldn’t see you hit on guys Sewn on
Emma B. Spears
2 days ago1 min read
Peace
I don’t want to drown in the ocean of us anymore Too many shark bites from your friends Eroticization of abandonment no more I survived a trauma bond with a ghost of a man My love language is the Florida weather Inconsistently beautiful like your green eyes Acceptance poem Done with collateral damage with your war with yourself You’re just mad I got the last laugh The last ghost The last swing in the ring of your ugly ass friends Ring full of clowns and your ugly ass friend
Emma B. Spears
2 days ago1 min read
Tom and Jerry
Cat and mouse game you and I Which one of us will Falling for your little trap You’ve moved on But you still hit me up when you hate yourself Years of this game Pretending to be enemies to protect from your human owners Giving me emotional black eyes Hoping I’d just die off the show I almost died from your traps
Emma B. Spears
2 days ago1 min read
BuRdEn
In a forest fire that sets your life on fire My problems vines suffocating your lies He’s the poison I keep swirling my tongue in
Emma B. Spears
2 days ago1 min read
Skinner
basic psychology right? operant conditioning he did it with a dog you did it with me same thing right? positive reinforcement of the best...
Emma B. Spears
Sep 181 min read
speaker vs author
the speaker in me wants to rip you to shreds admit you told my friend you wanted to sleep with me the day I found out my dad was sick the...
Emma B. Spears
Sep 91 min read
WRITE!!!
there's a river in me raging across the rocks drowning you down into metaphors should I alliterate your lies? should I metaphorically...
Emma B. Spears
Sep 91 min read
I am the quill
I am the quill that punches the paper blood on the page scraping the keys they used to scratch out the errors i just control alt delete...
Emma B. Spears
Sep 91 min read
an ode to bradstreet
I'm not Anne Bradstreet quill against my paper vulgar words inked on a Puritan gasp would erupt my words aren't as pretty and small as...
Emma B. Spears
Sep 91 min read
running
I'm running again cause you're gone for good user not found I don't want you to lure me into the fog anymore I'd rather feel the sun again
Emma B. Spears
Sep 81 min read
CrAzY!
"She's crazy" how original I'm a raven cawing through the noise pollution he's a snake biting any nineteen year old girl he could
Emma B. Spears
Sep 81 min read
Grim reaper
Haunting me You know when I kiss him When I pretend to enjoy playing in the playground with him No longer your favorite toy mocking at my...
Emma B. Spears
Sep 11 min read
Impulsive overthinker
I’m an impulsive over thinker That Aries moon comes out of ne Imagining all the little things you used to do to me With your tongue With...
Emma B. Spears
Sep 11 min read
Addicted
I can’t make art without being fucked up I’m only sober when I miss u I’m only drinking when I miss u I like guys with tattoos that treat...
Emma B. Spears
Sep 11 min read
Hunter than the prey
I’d rather be the hunter than the prey Seeing you crumble after I left Your tower of masculinity and femininity falling down That London...
Emma B. Spears
Aug 271 min read
The fog
The fog almost ate me alive Couldn’t see past your touch Couldn’t get your abuse of of my head Calling a nineteen year old girl weak? The...
Emma B. Spears
Aug 271 min read
I still love you
You won't speak my name not even a glimmer of hope killing ophelia as I kept picking up flowers in a dead garden but i still love you and...
Emma B. Spears
Aug 171 min read
Nineteen
Did you guys know I was nineteen when we first met? illegal to drink legal enough for you to touch couldn't even book a hotel when we met...
Emma B. Spears
Aug 161 min read
Green Eyes
Maybe those green eyes are my karma too drawn to the drama Like a moth to a flame dysregulating my nervous system The flame almost...
Emma B. Spears
Jul 311 min read
Girlhood
Is when I wrote a hundred little poems about you, And they still listen, They gather around the lunch table, Pushing the tray of boxed...
Emma B. Spears
Jul 291 min read
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