Below is a poem of mine, originally published on my writing account @that.s_me_emily and then submitted to my university’s literary magazine, The Main Squeeze. You can read the poem here.
You live in my mind rent free
No, no, not quite
You have your own street, your own boulevard,
Full of shops and even a bookstore
That chronicles all our old memories
And what could have been.
You need to be bulldozed,
Not completely, just to the point where
I can no longer walk down your street.
And where someone new can move in,
Someone who
Doesn’t kick me out after three months.
Or, here’s an idea,
I have no one in my mind
Except for myself,
And while that’s kinda scary,
Being alone with my thoughts,
I might get used to it, in the end.
E. A. Young Writes 