BY Emma Shattuck, Ionia High School
Think the things that will hurt too much,
too much to be upfront.
Eyes water when you’re embarrassed,
but baby please let me have it.
You’re a lot of talk and I’m a lot of listen,
RIP to my emotions.
I bury them deeper than Cleopatra,
you’ll want to believe that didn’t come from me.
You feel better above me,
that’s why your grip is harder.
You’re the balloon in a house of fantasy,
hit the ceiling.
I’ll pull you back down I’m the string,
tied to your bed,
an illusory attachment.
You don’t think I notice,
white buffalo in your memories,
you don’t think I know this.
I’ll give you wings to take off,
if you just acknowledge that I’m the girl that you love.
Carry me deeper than Antony,
you’ll want me there when I don’t need you.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Emma is a senior at Ionia High School and works as a writer for school's online newspaper as well as works as an editor for this here magazine.