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emilysudopoetry · 2 years
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I didn't move an hour away just to pretend that I don't love you.
However far, however close, I'll never run from my own feelings.
And that's what the difference between us is.
I stayed right here, in this small town, at the same jobs, in all our favorite places, where you know where to find me, but never did.
And that's the difference between us, you run, and I stay.
No longer chasing what won't chase me back,
And yet still waiting for you to remember where home is.
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emilysudopoetry · 3 years
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And now she's taking it off
Not because she wants to, but it's because how her family eats.
It's because the way they laugh, and smile,
The way they light up from sights of the moon. And rays of sunshine,
The way they giggle when their skin touches water,
The way their cheeks light from the warmth of fire,
The way they stomp over sticks and drirt,
The way they never freaking hurt,
She takes it off to watch them strive,
To watch them stammer over ways they thrive,
To watch them bend when they should have broke,
And watch them breeze past what they wear as cloaks
Never knowing. But letting go, all the things she'd loved, yet hardly known.
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emilysudopoetry · 3 years
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When they are beating on you, every day,
No way out, and $80,000 down the drain,
Killing you slowly
Every day, from inside out,
Blaming you, torturing you,
And everyday people say, "well you could do it better, you could do it right."
But every one has a different definition of right. And every one is wrong.
But all you want is home. Without the neighbors. Without the lies. Without the guilt.
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emilysudopoetry · 3 years
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She gets her hopes up. But for what?
For them to piss all over her.
In negativity. In pain. In grief.
For them to have nothing, and expect her to have none also,
But she has baked her own cake, basks in its sugar, and never let's the heat die down.
All while providing everything,
Diapers. Wipes. Food.
Providing sustenance.
And comfort.
While receiving what's left of a half eaten lunch. A cold dinner.
An empty bed.
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emilysudopoetry · 2 years
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Without a doubt, the most important parts in this world of mine have had a lot to do with you,
And to love on, and learn more is some times harder than I'm willing to do,
without you.
No late night pep talks, no assurance or faith,
Just left a world, alone, with no light, no grace.
Hoping for just one minute to remember your face.
To remember that hope, and remember those talks, remember those long late night walks,
Where we would hold hands and not say a word, and I would cry and only you would know why,
Never asking a question, but always holding me tight,
While I would beg God for this time to last for just one more night.
And we would sit right by the street, and watch cars go by, and hope that again we would meet.
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emilysudopoetry · 3 years
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In those days when we were young,
With wild thoughts and lack of tounge,
When cheer roared loud, with actions fleet,
And time grew long, our love did meet,
On 50 yards, there we'd stand, and beg for love of eachothers hand,
Always dreaming for just one kiss, to be more perfect than that of this.
And staduims that always yelled, lounder that of hearts that would tell,
A story that ended in pain and grief,
While all that love laid at our feet.
And never did it return again, after pain and jealousy moved in,
And so apart the lovers lived,
And every day their hearts they'd give.
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emilysudopoetry · 3 years
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Because me staying home with my kids is a "privilege."
Even though I would rather be working.
Because me making dinner that no one eats is a "blessing" just to have food on the table.
Because being lonely means you "don't appreciate what you have."
Because never getting a bath or shower, is just "too much" alone time,
Because feeling over stretched is a god damned "requirement" as me as a mom but never you as a dad.
Because asking for help means you "haven't tried hard enough."
Because being exhausted from life, and needing a break makes you "needy."
Because loving these creatures takes everything from you, yet you are never given a single moment to "recharge."
Because I'm a mom, I will "carry on."
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emilysudopoetry · 3 years
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Because with tired eyes on waining days,
Love is found in moments that stay,
And all new love roams amuck
With sleepy eyes, and big blue trucks.
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emilysudopoetry · 3 years
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Just come home and see the work that she has done,
Don't fix it, don't point out the flaws, and don't you fucking dare scream for no reason,
Just fucking see it, without causing her stomach inner turmoil, without causing her mind fear, without causing her disbelief, amd even grief in all of the things that she beieved.
In all the things that you don't see, just come home.
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emilysudopoetry · 3 years
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By Friday my emotions are worn,
Tired, shredded, like a pair of old jeans,
Your favorite pair,
That you tattered a little more
Every time you would leave the house,
Until only scraps were left,
That you then threw into an old quilt,
Because they needed stitched back together, but you wouldn't dare leave them behind,
Ragged and old, yet still needing mending, by every Friday at 5,
Holding onto the scraps of straggly torn bits of what is left of me as a human.
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emilysudopoetry · 3 years
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I miss drunk you, but not you
The one who always missed me,
The one who cared so hard thay you'd say my name in three syllables,
The one that always helped,
And gave advice,
The one that was always jealous,
But let me know it was out of love,
The one who would argue about nonsense with me, then laugh at our stupid old inside joke.
The one who fought for me,
The one who kept coming back.
I miss drunk you.
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emilysudopoetry · 3 years
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I remember most, that door.
My head slammed, and your heart dropped,
"I was in pain too," you screamed, then we both cried,
And we let go of our deepest fears, paigns and confessions,
"I only wanted you!" I screamed.
"I begged that your life was mine" he pleaded.
Slamming again and again into that door, apologizing for loving each other too hard, while never confessing that we had, until,
That moment.
Where true love was made, and both of us cried, cementing that bond we hoped not to lose,
Only to be thrown at life, and the means of deception,
Still pleading that our life would carry out despite the odds.
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emilysudopoetry · 4 years
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27 things I've learned by 27.
1. People who love you don't have exemptions
2. People who care, show up
3. Be yourself, even if it sucks for others.
4. Love fiercely, and you won't regret it.
5. People lie.
6. Real men love kids who aren't theirs.
7. Real women build eachother up.
8. Good employers won't make their employees wonder if they're trying hard enough
9. People who love hard, die young.
10. Shit days lead to beautiful nights.
11. "The best years of your life" are ever changing
12. Lakes, rivers, and waterfalls, heal your soul.
13. The most magical moments happen during a rain storm.
14. Music can trasform your outlook.
15. Tequila lifts you up, whiskey heals wounds.
16. People lie
17. Feelings only change when situations do.
18. Kind people don't exclude.
19. Good neighbors don't come easy.
20. Growing your own food makes your soul happy.
21. Family comes first- and doesn't mean blood.
22. Real love doesn't hurt you intentionally.
23. Promises are rarely kept but when they are, you have a real friend.
24. Vacation can reset your brain
25. Mom's risk more, and love harder.
26. Your kids will save you.
27. Taxes are a joke.
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emilysudopoetry · 3 years
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He was upset because he had lost the instructions,
Never realizing we had lived our whole lives without them.
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emilysudopoetry · 3 years
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When you're a kid and feel like shit, you tear everybody down,
When you're an adult and feel like shit, you help others rise.
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emilysudopoetry · 3 years
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Deep conversations at a 5am breakfast,
Leaving waitresses confused, and smiling, thinking things we knew they thought,
Leaving great food, and good friends behind,
Coney dogs that never tasted the same, and coffee's that never got refilled,
Dinner's for breakfast that no one else understood,
We had been up all night, waiting for sunshine and breakfast,
1,000 rings made from paper straws, or stole from the tops of chocolate cupcakes,
Always chocolate,
Painfully waiting for that day to come, because we both knew you weren't coming back the same,
Spending extra time on the last day, because we knew what we were giving up,
Never forgetting, what we left behind, in that second booth, when we said goodbye, for the last time, at 6am.
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