Emily Yousey

United States

I live in the United States. I'm a Sagittarius/Capricorn(cusp baby). I believe in the supernatural things(some of them). Also, not that religious but so I don't make any of the gods mad, I believe in all of them. Oh, also, Omnisexual.

Message to Readers

It's pretty straight forward but I have a friend who said it sounds better if read aloud, so I guess that's true. Anyways, please be nice.

I Was So Sure It Was Love

July 9, 2019


I was sure that I had once met love.
I was young and in middle school,
But I was sure that I had met them nonetheless.
I think it was their twin.

Their twin had curly brown hair,
nice brown eyes that looked at me like I was their world,
and they had lips that left a sweet taste on my mouth.
I was so sure I had met love.

We would go on dates,
We would laugh and secretly steal kisses when no one was watching.
We would smile at each other, 
Whisper secrets into each other's ear.
I was so sure they were love.

But love turned into a person I didn't recognize.
Their curly brown hair now seemed more of a blond,
their once nice brown eyes no longer looked at me like I was their world
and instead regarded me as some second option,
and their lips no longer left sweetness but something that amounted to lemons soaked in lime juice
and given salt as a sweetener.
I was so sure I had met love.

But then love threw me away.
I became some semblance of a first option,
but when I looked in the mirror all I saw was a ghost of that.
I was no longer an option.
I was so sure it had been love.

I didn't look in the mirror for days after,
I kept thinking that I would see the ghost,
that I would give myself over to thinking I was less than what love was telling me,
what they had showed me.
I don't think that was love.

When I finally got the courage,
I looked myself in the eyes in the mirror and I saw love.
Love had my brown hair.
Love had my dark brown eyes that looked like whiskey when they caught the sun just right.
Love had my lips and smile.
I think this is what love is supposed to look like. 

I kept looking in the mirror, 
and I found things I had been told were flaws by the twin of love.
I found acceptance in my mirror that had once been a prison of self hate,
and I picked up my broken pieces,
but with bloodied hands smelted them together and created a work of art.

I have met love.
And love is not another person. 

Love is yourself.


See History

Login or Signup to provide a comment.

  • The Bubbling Pen

    Just GORGEOUS. I love the strength of your piece's ending and how well it flowed throughout! <3

    over 1 year ago
  • loveletterstosappho

    AW I LOVE THIS SO MUCH <3 my favorite line is "Love had my dark brown eyes that looked like whiskey when they caught the sun just right." beautiful! so poetic and sweet and i adore your self-confidence. hearts & stars!

    over 1 year ago