We could laugh enough to wake up the whole street
We could cry until we made each others shoulders damp
We could love like nothing I’ve ever seen before
And my god
We could argue
Not the kind of arguing that breaks people apart
We could argue enough to light little fires inside of each other
But enough to make us never want to let go of each other
Did I fall in love to grieve?
Did I find my soulmate
only to be ripped from her arms?
By Emma Catherine
I make the bed
I clean up our dirty tea cups
I laugh and smile at you when you’re the light of my life
I love you everyday with my heart
I take you’re jacket when you’re too warm
I wrap you in blankets when you’re too cold
I plaster your fingers when they’re sore
I hold your hand when you’re breaking
I clean your blood off the walls
I hide your drugs to keep you safe
I throw away your blades
I wash the blood off my hands everytime
I talk you down everytime
I sit with you until the sun comes up when it’s a bad night
I save your life when you can’t save your own
I would breathe life back into you if you died
I do all of these things because I love you
I saved your life
I just hope someone is there to save mine
By Emma Catherine
You’re asleep next to me as I write this
I wanted to let you know
How you are a wolly jumper when I need to keep warm
And you are a soft linen dress for me to dance in when it’s summer
You are everything and
everything I need
Rolled into one
By Emma Catherine
When someone tells you they love you
It appears quite unremarkable
But imagine the impossible
When the ‘someone’ is one of your own
The I love you
Becomes a UFO or a dragon
In a world of man and wife
Or Mr and Mrs.
Suddenly the phrase that is thrown around
by boys over text
Like tatty footballs
Is the northern lights or a shooting star
because it comes from a girl
in a world where we are taught it is impossible
and a world where it sometimes is.
but I heard it
‘I love you’
we had a mutual loneliness and called it love
a magic kind of desire spun from the cobwebs on our lips
as long as we have each other we are not alone.
we clung to each others corpses like driftwood in the middle of the ocean
a shipwreck and its sailors, if you like.
is it love if its built from broken hearts?
is it safety if it’s built on top of quicksand?
I loved you like the last girl alive
but I hated myself more
and so, how can I be loved if I don’t let you soothe any part of me?
what were we if we pretend we were not a dying wish
holding each other so tightly in our arms
to keep ourselves together
to stop the shaking.
what can I say about our loneliness
sharp enough to make us weep
and tough enough to tie us up in knots?
it was something we called love
and it kept us alive.
what a gift it is to find that person,
someone who has read every page of you like a book
has not just leafed-through but construed and memorised
and chosen to love every word inside
what a gift to crumble in love,
to fall apart in the arms of another
to dismantle and disfigure in front of her eyes
show her what dust love made me into
a love that takes your lungs away is a blessed curse,
it drips like poison into the mouth and takes away your tongue
I was loved so much that I became less than nothing
a favourite blanket keeping warm empty space
to know that she will always be the one
to both light me up with her laugh
and extinguish me with her breath
and that no one else will ever make me burn again
what a gift it is to crumble with love,
to fall in love was to fall into no reality.
to wake up a stranger at the bottom of the sky
and unable to live without that gift any longer.