emily mya

Joined June 2022

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Writing has always been an escape for me. Something I use as therapy. Reading other's words make me feel less alone and part of a community. That is why I write, so other's don't feel alone and know that someone feels the exact same.

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Car Therapy
Little red car, you were there for me. There for me while I drove myself to school for the first time senior year. You were there for me as I drove myself to my first job. You were there for me as I sobbed about my first heartbreak. You were there for me when I sat alone, crying in an empty parking lot in Muncie. You were there for me when I decided school wasn't for me. You were there. You were taken from me so suddenly I didn't know how to react. I was in shock at first, then the sadness kicked in, anger hit hard next, I felt the deep red sensation burning throughout my body. I mourned you for a while, unable to believe you were truly gone. You were just a car but to me you were everything. My freedom, my rock, my space. I miss you dearly, my friend. The late night drives alone, with friends and family. I'm so grateful for my first car and what it got me through, thank you.
By emily mya4 years ago in Poets
Faye
Faye Webster makes songs for girls like me. Fantasizing about what could be, although we live in different realitites. Baby, all I dream about is you. You wouldn't even have a clue and I don't know what to do. I'm a lovesick fool for a man I've never spoken to. For a man I've never seen in person. For a man who doesn't know I exist. Ouch, that stings. I feel it deep in my soul, a dull ache pulsating deep inside me. I have never wanted somebody more. God what is wrong with me? I just wish you could hear me.
By emily mya4 years ago in Poets
I want.
I don't know you but I want to kiss you. I want to play with your hair and breathe you in. I want to hold your hand. I want to trace my fingers along your body. I want to smell you on me, that lingering scent of cologne, staying with me for the rest of the day. I want to make you laugh. I want to make you smile. I want to make you proud. I want to stare into your eyes and think to myself, "How am I so lucky?" I want to go on adventures with you. I want to cry with you. I want to scream with you. I don't know you but I want to love you.
By emily mya4 years ago in Poets
Hold Me in Your Palm
Sometimes I wonder if I'm unlovable. Because no one ever has. Nobody has ever wanted to love me, talk to me all night long, feel my embrace and hold me in their palm. No one has ever made my heart burst with love, forcing tears out of my eyes. Nobody has wanted to give me the moon, not even the world. I see couples in public, their eye contact, embrace and more. That yearning feeling sits deep at the bottom of my stomach, it's been growing for a while. I grew up thinking I would've been in a relationship by now. Little me would be so dissapointed, I'm sorry. I just can't find anyone for me. Nobody is worth my time. I don't want to waste my life being with the wrong one, but that can't happen if I don't even try. I have in the past, but the flings led nowhere. They only wanted my mouth, my body. They made me feel gross, ashamed and scared. I don't know how I can get past those feelings. Maybe my person is out there but for now I'll be alone. Listening to music that increased my yearning, finding love in celebrities people in my head. At least I'm not getting hurt, right?
By emily mya4 years ago in Poets
Afraid
I'm afraid to love. To commit to one person and have them know everything about me. My strengths and weaknesses, in all my glory. I'm afraid to love so deeply I don't know what to do with myself. So deeply my heart is sore and my soul is pulsing with energy. I'm afraid to love and let my walls down. I'm afraid to let them into my world with the possibility of it all crumbling down around me. I'm afraid I will be too fragile. But mostly I'm afraid no one will love me how I deserve. I am so afraid.
By emily mya4 years ago in Poets
Sagittarius
Looking back at those days, the excitement filled my blood. I could not wait to see your face and laugh at your stories. Those stories seemed crazy, unreal and weird. Looking back, I doubt any of them actually happened. You always enjoyed being the center of attention. With two brothers, one being a twin, I can see why you needed validation. I swear I saw you looking at me all the time, studying my every move. I would catch you and you would smile or make a face. I always got Libra vibes from you. I knew I was wrong when she told me your birthday was in December. Enough reminiscing. I have to get back to reality. These days, when I walk inside those doors, I feel nothing. More times than not, I just want to go home. But I guess that's how it goes when you are left alone. Some things still remind me of you there, root beer being one. I get it almost every day just so I can feel closer to you. After all, I can't get much closer to you without losing another thing. I just wish my brain would forget the Sagittarius who forgot to give me a pen. Would forget about the time I spent trying to get closer to that person. Forget how much they meant to me. Forget the moments we had where I felt as if I were flying. Forget everything entirely.
By emily mya4 years ago in Poets
Internet Best Friends
I wish my best friends were people on the internet. They seem just like me. I yearn for a friend group like them every time I watch their videos. But for some reason now in my life I only have five friends. We're split up now so it's not the same, don't know if it will ever be. I'm quite lonely now. Relying on these strangers on the internet to feel seen. I don't know why I can't make friends easily. I guess everyone scares me. At times I don't care, I enjoy my own company. Other times I feel so alone and weird for being a loner. I wouldn't mind a few more friends, it's just hard. Everyone already has friends so now I feel it's too late. I'll just keep watching my new friends have fun on the internet while I'm alone in my bed.
By emily mya4 years ago in Poets
Bleach Blonde
It's getting cold again like my heart a year ago. That was the hardest thing I've ever gone through. My whole world being destroyed. I was forced, by myself, to appear happy so they wouldn't suspect a thing. Meanwhile on the inside I was breaking more and more each day. I honestly don't know how I got through that, healing along the way. I learned a lot about myself and who I could trust to keep my guts safe after I'd spilled everything in disgust. I dyed my hair five times in the year since my world was rocked. Every single time was because of you. I think I'm okay now.
By emily mya4 years ago in Poets

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