Poems from dreamboatemmie
Emma. CLT, NC. 22 yo.
I get my inspiration from my disorder, family, cities, heartbreaks,constellations, cigarettes, sidewalks, great cups of coffee, rejections, and of course my cat named Mochi.
Yellow ashes fall from the trees.
Budding flowers, but you wont look at me.
Pollen haze and swollen eyes from ragweed.
Disregarding me is...
I write in pencil,
because I cannot make up my mind.
What shoes to wear? or why to care?
and all the decisions remind
me that I don’t know...
"Our bed is small without you."
I am heartbroken.
I really did try this time.
How do I make rent?
To My Mother
Momma he beats me.
What do you want for dinner?
Leftovers sound fine.
To My Rapist
Bruises are bone deep,
Your name is...