Expectations

how can I expect you to fill me
when you can’t even see the empty
hollowed out by a blue
too uncomfortable for patience

how can I expect you to push me
when you can’t even see the urgency
crowded in me too

-E.M

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Quarter-life crisis

With every difference and individual exposing my inexperience,
I find myself picking up the fragile pieces left of me.

Piecing together the significance of an existence tethered and measured
by the pressures of an unloving world draped in its own pain.

Undeniably scarred and redefined,
by the struggles of the human experience.

– E.M