Butter

We're all slicing slowly away at our lives,
And our loves,
Like snipping off small slices of butter with a pair of kitchen scissors. 
If you place the butter in a pan, It'll quickly melt away, 
Almost like losing a friend. 
If you mix it in with a bunch of other ingredient you almost can't see it's soft yellow tint, 
Almost like the jumbled heart of an over-scheduled bestie.
But you can't keep it sitting in the fridge forever, then what's the point? 
I've learned to use things with care, but sometimes it all gets out of hand and I don't know how to feel.
Something tells me I've been slicing away all to steadily.
I need to slow my pace and let thing come and go as they will,
But this time, I must remember to enjoy it. 

 

emi_art_now

NY

15 years old

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  • leaving the heart

    she takes the stairs, 

    her heels click clacking down the hardwood steps. 

    she turns the tarnished silver doorknob, 

    and the door creaks open. 

     

    before her sits a man. 

  • too far to hold

    I catch a glimpse. 

    from afar, 

    the shine of his silky hair in the golden sunlight

    his expression unreadable, 

    as if he's pondering something he'd never tell a soul. 

  • watching him

    Kathy watched out her window as Samuel left his apartment, 

    spit his gum on the ground

    and lit his cigarette. 

    the same as yesterday. 

    the same as every day.