Poems from emmuh
5am.
Irish cream.
Did I really wake up,
or was it just a dream?
Did I really heal?
Did you or did you not help me?
Is this really ending?...
Airplane
Airflight
First time
Lips white
Passout
Fly high
Don't look
Bird's sight
We're all fucking alone and
I hate being reminded of it.
Leave me
And then come back
showing me pictures and
videos of you without me...
Tissues
and booze
make me happier
than you do.
My feelings,
so delicate
Actually shared
was treated like shit.
Thought I was healed -...
I don't
understand
what it feel like
for someone close to die.
I can sympathize.
I am unable to empathize.
My hand is held out;
I love...