Fire, Fog, WaterA Poem by Emily Irene.About my relationship with my now ex-boyfriend.I reach out, rest two fingers on the bone jutting out of the side of his wrist, the one I've searched for on my own wrists to no avail. I look at his straight white teeth and remember the feeling of the sedative the dentist gave me when he tried to make mine match. I feel eyes on me when we walk, my imagination running wild with the negativity I feel everyone is throwing out.
Weeks and months slide off the calender. I show him more of me, sides I reserve for those I know I can trust. The past screams at me but when I look into his eyes music plays. I find my confidence growing. Other boys talk to me and I wonder why they're looking now. A friend tells me its because I carry myself differently, and I know she's telling me that the passion is making me hold my back straight, that the intensity is making my smile brighter. That the romance has infiltrated my body.
I spent my life looking for something but never knowing what it was. Walking through the fire, squinting through the fog. Always finding it hard to find the strength to hold my head above the waves coming my way.
Now I feel made of water: © 2015 Emily Irene.Reviews
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StatsAuthorEmily Irene.Saint Louis, MOAboutName's Emily and I'm 24. I am a girl made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions. I have had chronic pain for more than fifteen years. This means I have taken more narcotics .. more..Writing
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