emc poetry

The girl you fell in love with

wasn’t who you thought she was.

She starred in her own movies

you directed,

And as soon as you screamed “cut”

her face fell back to reality.

It wasn’t enough to throw

roses at her feet,

she couldn’t even stand to be in the

same room as herself

and yet you loved that version of her.

Why?

She was easier to maneuver,

like puppet strings

attached to her inner thighs.

She died a long time ago

with an unmarked grave

cause no one really knew who she was.

You’d hate the woman now,

She sleeps too much and gets mad

when people burn her…

But she loves to feel,

she’s fucked up but still has a few pieces

of her heart left.

-emc