Adventura, Poetry
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You turned me inside out
and I’ve never been so grateful
for violence.

I hope one day I’ll run out of excuses
and I hope one day I’ll deserve
all that patience,
all that stubborn loyalty
that you wrap up in parable
because you are scared,
or you’ve been scared.

But you still love
and you love deep,
and you love me
through all the
messy webs
that I weave.

I don’t know how you
see what you see,
see my demons,
see how I don’t fight them,
see instead how
I welcome them
under the covers
at night,

and still love me
and all my demons,
still hold our hands
in bed
at night,
kiss them softly
at daylight.

Dumb ass.

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Hi, I’m Emily and I like to think of myself as a kaleidoscope, but one that ranges from a spectrum of commitment issues to emotional hoarding, all circling around varying shades of anxiety. People say I have trouble ‘staying present’ and I’ve found that daydreaming becomes significantly less acceptable in your 20’s.

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