Adventura, Poetry
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Please hear me when I say
that I’m not ready.

I’m not looking for a hero
or a saviour
and even if I was,
you can’t save me anyway.

I’ve had enough of silly boys
claiming to see light in me – you don’t,
you see the light I still hold for someone else
and you think that you can grab at it.

You think you can just climb on top
of all the years I built with him
but please.

You know nothing.

There’s a difference between loving me
and loving how I make you feel,
don’t mistake the two.

You are nothing.

And you are not the first.

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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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