WritingsOfEmmy

Why did I think I was capable of doing this? Eliminating the perfect picture. The thin-bodied models and the so-called “pretty” girls. They seem so fake. I know I stole this sentence from the movie Shrek , but I think it fits this scenario. These girls have layers, like an onion—pretty on the outside, but on the inside, rotten to the core. I keep being told that I have “other” talents and that I am “pretty” in my own way. Yeah, right. They disassembled my self-esteem. Those girls. The social media-type influencers. With their perfect bodies. It's disgusting. Especially Tiffany—she’s the worst. All friendly and smiling when we’re surrounded by others, but when we’re alone, the comments start creeping in. “You should lose the weight.” “You should fix your teeth.” “You should wear contact lenses.” “Put on a little makeup.” With every word that criticizes me, I feel myself shrink even more. But I’ve had enough. This has got to stop. Now. When she isn’t looking at me, I take th...

Envy She did it, I know she did, that bitch always came between us. Maybe I just should've killed her when I had the chance. ''Perfect like always,'' he said whilst greeting her. I look at him, disappointed. Here we go again. The best friend that they always tell you, you shouldn't worry about, Yeah right. She knows what she is doing. She looks at me and gives me a satisfied look. Like, ''I can have him if I want too.'' And she is not wrong. He bends over backwards for her. He never tells me when he hangs out with her. And in the rare occasion that he does tell me, he never tells me what they did after he comes back home from hanging out with her. She has got him under some kind of spell. We never have any issues except from her. She is the issue, my breaking point. When they hang out I feel ill, almost throwing up everytime. With her ''pretty hair'', which isn't pretty at all, her annoying voice and her even more fucking anno...

 Titel: Painful regrets ''I will always love you.''  Those five words will forever haunt me as they replay in my memory. I fucked up. I fell in love when I first locked my eyes on her. Even her name was something you could fall in love with, Evangeline, her name as sweet as herself. We first met at a party, we talked for hours and I felt a immediate connection. We quickly started to become good friends. When I asked her to be with me, she was overjoyed. She confessed that she also had feelings for me.  We dated for a year, we had some ups and downs, but we managed to work through them together. She was the light of my life. A soul so kind, no sunlight could outshine her.  But it all became stale. And I went to look for love and company in other people. She forgave me everytime, which was stupid of her. Until I met Casey. Casey was a friend of Evangeline. They were friends since forever. They practically grew up together.  But let's rewind a little. Evangeline ca...

Mistakes are a funny thing Everyone makes them Some people own up to them And others don't These mistakes can be life changing or small I have made quite a few myself Not asking for help when needed, not doing something someone asks But you, Darling you will never be one You make me feel the happiest I have ever been Even when the scissor makes multiple cuts in my skin I stop to think How does this affect us You and I The reason I don't go so far is you Your smile, your face and the way you tell me everyhting will be okay Our future, so unsure, something we can just imagine Waiting for it is torturous But it will be worth it Grey and old, that's what I want to be with you Happy and content A life full of love and loss Many storms we endure as partners Some heavier than the other Always finding a way back to each other

 Hey hey, my name is Emily (aka Emmy). This blog will mostly contain poems, written by me, and also some short stories.  I hope you'll enjoy reading my poems and short stories! - Emmy