emc poetry

I’m screaming at you,

reaching for you,

and ignoring you all at once.

I was your summer,

a daylight breeze passing through

your window

now I’m nothing but a contact

in your phone.

Small talk makes you feel cold,

it doesn’t suit you.

I couldn’t get you to feel my heart

longing for you

even if it was beating

in your hands.

You were my summer,

warm and green

something new

something real.

I got colder,

we hurt each other

and I meant every word

I said to you that night.

Just not the bad ones

you said about yourself.

It gets harder for me to hold on to you,

it gets darker in my mind

when I think of losing you.

You were my summer,

the sunlight that burned my skin.

-emc