Emily Rose // the poem

I

At a park bench I laid,
Talking to my self,
Drunkenly stuck in a haze,
And then I saw an elf.

I noticed her shadow,
And the color of her eyes.
Vibrant like a meadow,
Loyal, holding no lies.

She asked for my name,
I told her it was Pedro.
We later played a game,
Maybe, Innuendo?

I managed to get her number,
How beautiful she was.
When I awoke from my slumber,
I realized she was lost.

I finally found her,
Sitting under an oak tree.
I asked her to purr,
"You're high." Is what she told me.

For weeks we spoke,
My elf and I.
When I breathed smoke,
She sang me a lullaby.

I started to fall,
For her beautiful self.
I started a call,
To my beautiful elf.

She was unique and strange,
But, perfect in a way.
A game in range,
I decided to play.

I remember the words she spoke,
"I love you for who you are,
Don't put on your invisibility cloak."
As we drove in my car.

Oh how transparent my problems became,
With her in my life.
I was sane again.

How she changed my life,
Oh my little elf.
I asked her to be my wife,
I finally had it in my self.

She said "yes",
Followed later by an "I do."
I was a beautiful mess,
Stuck together by her glue.

Then one night,
I let my hand slip.
I tried to make things right,
But she was already on a drip.

Oh... my little elf,
I'm so dearly sorry.
With a bottle on the shelf,
I let my insides turn soggy.

I broke inside,
When I was told she was gone,
She was now on the outside,
And I was forever alone.

I was empty inside,
So molested with myself,
The amount I must've cried,

Oh... my little elf...

On a park bench I laid,
Sobbing to myself.
Stuck in a drunken haze.
I missed my little elf...

I let my feeling close—
Oh! And her name?

Emily Rose 🌹