Things I Learned in the Night

by Emily Byrnes

we are children of the Earth who’ve not yet learned to appreciate our mother.

But go to the mango tree, seek out a fruit, and tell me you won’t pick the fullest, ripest one.

How much of our self worth do we put into an image for the opinions of others that don’t matter to us and more than likely don’t give a damn about it anyway?

I didn’t kill myself but it nearly killed me.

young love only means something when it’s written by adults.

My head wants the house, but no matter how I try, my heart just wants to go home.

why do we keep using love to justify pain?

Clocks and calendars are for fools who think they have any control, so I just let time slip by