Emily (she/her) is based in New York and has been writing seriously for the last several years. Her favorite writers include the likes of Lana Del Rey, Jim Morrison, and Charlie Kaufman.
01. (untitled/general heartbreak bullshit)
Heaven was coney island in the middle of the night, our leather
jackets getting wrinkles from how tight we were clutching our bodies.
I set my record straight for how many cartwheels i could do in
one go and its 14. We didn't say anything on the train just listened
to Patti Smith.
I later scoured the city to find a ivory heart to etch a cross into just
like in the book. You crumpled the letter i assigned with it, and might
have lost the ivory heart i gifted in your last move, I don't really know.
I date my horror i sleep with my insecurities i mouth fuck my weakness
i kneel for my dream and swallow for my ideal weight.
Hell already happened last week, im bored.
jackets getting wrinkles from how tight we were clutching our bodies.
I set my record straight for how many cartwheels i could do in
one go and its 14. We didn't say anything on the train just listened
to Patti Smith.
I later scoured the city to find a ivory heart to etch a cross into just
like in the book. You crumpled the letter i assigned with it, and might
have lost the ivory heart i gifted in your last move, I don't really know.
I date my horror i sleep with my insecurities i mouth fuck my weakness
i kneel for my dream and swallow for my ideal weight.
Hell already happened last week, im bored.
02. New York: Who Am I to Love You? (A Counter Poem)
New York, who am I to love you?
I come from a small town with nothing to offer
Who am I to love you?
New York, I moved here without any ambition or aspiration
Just a little bit of savings in my checking account and some
damn good luck, is that ok?
I feel out of place
Who am I to love you?
New York, I have never lusted after anything harder than you
I bragged about you to my friends, I took pictures with you,
I held my breath for you, I told my parents about you
You showed me a part of the world I have never seen before.
It makes me want to know you more, you really impress me.
I love the way you look tonight and I just can’t get enough
Newwww Yorkkk!
I feel swallowed up and spit out, but so are you.
It’s become apparent that after I leave, there will be no
trace of my past here
This room will be rented, my position will be replaced, and the
man at the corner store will eventually forget my name
I moved here without any ambition or aspiration and it shows
I come from a small town and the only thing I can offer right
now is a smile to a stranger on the street, I don't have any
loose dollars or a cigarette
Who am I to love you?
New York, I can't sleep without you
Can I come home now?
Whenever I cross the East River I get a feel for who you really are
I want you because you are so cool
New York,
I save my dollars to turn into 4 quarters for laundry each week,
but you don’t give a shit
I had a man here who hated me, and I wanted him because
it felt like the safest move
I had a man here who once lusted over me, and I wanted him
because he destroyed me better than I could
Will you take care of me now that he’s gone
Who am I to love you?
I come from a small town with nothing to offer
Who am I to love you?
New York, I moved here without any ambition or aspiration
Just a little bit of savings in my checking account and some
damn good luck, is that ok?
I feel out of place
Who am I to love you?
New York, I have never lusted after anything harder than you
I bragged about you to my friends, I took pictures with you,
I held my breath for you, I told my parents about you
You showed me a part of the world I have never seen before.
It makes me want to know you more, you really impress me.
I love the way you look tonight and I just can’t get enough
Newwww Yorkkk!
I feel swallowed up and spit out, but so are you.
It’s become apparent that after I leave, there will be no
trace of my past here
This room will be rented, my position will be replaced, and the
man at the corner store will eventually forget my name
I moved here without any ambition or aspiration and it shows
I come from a small town and the only thing I can offer right
now is a smile to a stranger on the street, I don't have any
loose dollars or a cigarette
Who am I to love you?
New York, I can't sleep without you
Can I come home now?
Whenever I cross the East River I get a feel for who you really are
I want you because you are so cool
New York,
I save my dollars to turn into 4 quarters for laundry each week,
but you don’t give a shit
I had a man here who hated me, and I wanted him because
it felt like the safest move
I had a man here who once lusted over me, and I wanted him
because he destroyed me better than I could
Will you take care of me now that he’s gone
Who am I to love you?