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Emmanuel

@emmacura-blog

Somewhere In Life
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I’m laying on the ground, paralyzed with pain
I don’t know how I have remained sane
He looks at me with sorry eyes
I know he hears my weak cries, even when they’re disguised
I question his love for me and it breaks his heart
I know one day it could tear us apart
I love him more than all the planets and the stars that shine
Sometimes it’s hard to believe he is truly mine
He’s so loving, sweet and kind
I love him all of the time, even when he’s not at his prime
One day I will realize his love for me
But by then we will have been gone for eternity

Eternity last forever just like my love for you 🧡

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My Father sends me a meaningless text every holiday. “Happy Birthday, I love you!”, I know the words are not sincere, for my father has never been here. My Father has caused me to write daddy issue poetry, something every problematic girl does when they discover they carry this wretched disease. My Father weeps before he drinks himself to sleep, I know his addiction has destroyed his life but despite all the affliction, my heart still yearns for his love. My Father slept with the whore from next door and made my mother cry, I was only 4 years old wondering why. My Father is never home and I’m starting to feel resentful, I even got yelled at for being disrespectful. My father stumbles in at 3 am, this time I am eleven years old and I now know why my mother cried. My Father pissed in a trash can beside his bed, completely wasted. I lay there, not knowing what to do. I start to panic and cry but he’s too drunk to notice, so I don’t know why I try. My Father ripped me apart and now I can’t give my heart.

I dedicate Daughters by John Mayer to you 🧡

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This morning I took a bath, lit some candles and read a book. I believe I’m not too far away now.

You’re getting there 😃🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡 I’m with you to the end baby 🧡

I want to cry in my mother’s arms again but she’s too busy crying over my mistakes

darker times

they’re telling boulder heavy lies

looks like all we’ve got is each other 

the truth is obsolete

remember when all i had was my mother 

she didn’t compromise

she could recognize 

voodoo 

our daughters and our sons 

are just candles in the sun

voodoo

don’t let him see divide 

don’t you let her see divide

voodoo

she’s got the whole wide world in her juicy fruit 

he’s got the whole wide world in his pants

he wrapped the whole wide world in a wedding band 

then put the whole wide world on her hands

she’s got the whole wide world in her hands 

he’s got the whole wide world in his hands.

Voodoo 🧡🧡