Emma Melvin

Emma Melvin Nov 2017

He tells me how much he hates himself.
"Why do you like me? Have you looked at me?"
"I am so ugly"
"My acne is getting so bad"
My darling,
it's like we see things in completely different lights,
because I love every little thing about you.
Always have,
always will.

Emma Melvin Nov 2017

Fears of Love

I love you,
but God am I scared.
Scared of being hurt.
Scared of being replaced,
lied to,
played with,
back-stabbed,
ripped to shreds.
It's not you, my dear,
it's most certainly me.
I love you,
by my God am I damaged.

Emma Melvin Jul 2017

sweater scents.

I went to reach for your sweatshirt today,
but I realized it wasn't there anymore.
Then I realized,
it wasn't the sweatshirt I wanted.
it was the person that wore it.

Emma Melvin Jul 2017

Bucket List of Wants

I want to always see the positive side of situations.
I want to make people happy.
I want to be the one someone always wants to turn to.
I want to make a difference in someone's life.
I want to live this life like it's my last.
I want to look back on all these memories.
I want to be remembered when I'm gone.

Emma Melvin Jul 2017

Atoms' Mind

My mind feels like an electron.
Always negative.
You rely on protons to balance you out.
But what happens when you take the protons for granted,
and they decide to say
"You're not worth my energy anymore" ?
Then what?
Without the proton. the electron starts to question its worth.
And suddenly, its world begins to crash down on him.

Emma Melvin May 2017

Circle

My life is a never-ending active circle,
waking up at the same time,
eating the same cereal,
wearing the same clothes,
leaving the house at the same time,
going to work at the same time.
Of course my life is easy,
simple,
but is it exciting?
Spontaneous?
Is my life something that I could look back on and be proud?
It's time to make a change.
It's time to see what I was put on this earth for.
Drive into the open night.
Smell the fresh scent of nature.
Jump into the ocean.
*Live.

Emma Melvin May 2017

To the Boy Who Broke My Heart

You left me broken.
You knew you left me broken.
I hated you for it.
Months and months I curled myself up in a ball.
Broken.
Never believing anyone would ever love me again.
But the months and months passed.
And my broken pieces started to find their way back to each other.
And when the pieces finally healed,
I started to love myself,
more,
and more,
and more.
So I wanted to thank you,
because even though you didn’t end up loving me,
i began to love myself.