Adventura, Poetry
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Church Bells

I hear church bells and I think
about the house we grew up in,

I think of early morning wake up calls
to the sound of competing chimes
and when I roll over
to what used to be your side,

I almost think I hear your voice
whispering good mornings and goodbyes
but you’re never really there.

I hear church bells and
instead of church bells,
I hear our voices screaming out
over them all through the night
‘till dawn and after,

we would echo longer and louder
than those church bells ever could,
almost as if we were calling out
to our own congregation

but in reality,
we were calling out for help.

I hear church bells and I think
about everything but church bells,
even today, I hear church bells
and I think about that day,

I hear church bells and I think
about the first time I let you down,

I hear church bells and I think
about the last time you let me.

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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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