Emily King writes the story of my life

"I still wish things were good just like they used to be;
two friends who fell in love trapped in the mystery;
we had so much in common and we laughed at everything;
that was long ago before you went and changed;
before we lost control before we started to fight;
before you raised your voice before I left that night;
and now I'm left here crying out head up to the sky;
trying to get back to the point when we were right;
you keep pulling me DOWN" - Emily King.

Thank you for writing the story of my love life way back when. I discovered Emily years ago so I figured I should finally share her with others. She's a beautiful for woman with a beautiful collection of songs. Please run and check her out

Our Last Time

Portrait of Kristen and Michael

Walking out of the movies with you was like a dream come true. As we walk to the car we talks about the movie. Upon approaching the car we start to talk about us falling asleep together a couple of day ago. We talks about us and what we were going to do. He didn't want to commit to me and I was just tires of playing couple when he wants. He and I enter my car to further the discussion. Once again it makes me emotional and a few tears fall from my face and he wipes them away. He then tells me that he wants see me emotional since usually they are nonexistent.

He strokes my face and we began to kiss intimately. In my mind I have dreamed of this moment for what seems like forever. He eases his hand between my legs feeling the warmth that is being exerts by my lust. He starts by rubbing me slowly through my Vicky’s making my wetness starts to leak through them and on to his hand. I shaking so bad I can't stay still, my leg is twitching and my body is craving for more. He moves my panties out of the way and plunges right into my lust. It quickens my breath as if I am breathless and began feeling my lust throbbing relentlessly in his hand. He keeps plunging his fingers repeatedly like he is reaching for my ecstasy. I regain some consciousness and tell him to stop. My mind and my body are arguing and I realize I can't do this with him. He means too much to just fuck and duck. I know I would become that girl who gets all attaches to a guy that just wants to fuck. It didn't matter to me how long we had know each other but every year flashes before my eyes and makes it real to me that he wants my lust and that is what really comprises him. He pulls out wipes his hand on the napkins I had.

We talk a little after that and a few days after that but when I couldn't get him to return a simple call or texts I realizes he don't want me just it. In June on his birthday I texts him "Happy Birthday this will be the first and last time you will hear that or anything else from me." To which he replies "Thanks". Well as you may imagine I am not over him, but I know he isn’t what I need now. As my one of my besties said “If he really cares for you in the way you think he does he will come back.” I replied to her, “He has come back once not sure if he will come back again.” She just looked at me and said “Well screw him you are great and I promise you will find another better.” UGH I hate female pep talks the are so predictable.

Baby We Just Happened ...

We were once the best of friends
Knowing nothing till the end
Earning it more and more
Looking forward to what's in store
I fell with lustful eyes and an open heart
Hating every second while we are apart
Hearing my minds eye "You're letting your feelings show"
They grow
Deep and long and tender to touch
Wanting to submerge myself in your much
Waiting for the time to come
Peaking at the top
Ready to hop
And
I jumped
Then bumped
And fell from grace
Now I am don't wanna race
I am pushing you away
Out from my way
While the tears fall
The wall
Gets bigger
I get bitter

Crazy In Love

This is a Short Film
Co-Wrote by Tina Divina and Director Ev Salomon. Directed by Ev Salomon.
Starring Ashlee Holland and Lamon Archey.
Poem by Tina Divina.
"Say you tried and now you wanna say good bye." *Ugh* I hate feeling like that but in the case of this story it has a little more "Fatal Attraction" factor to this. I guess once you really fall for a person it can make you crazy. One day I will understand how much love takes you over inside and outside if a relationship.

The Real Battle

On the left she stands

Ready to play the game she has grown to love

On the right she stand

Heart in hand wanting to give it to any man who'll love her

On the left she stands

Spitting a game thick it'll make any man sick

On the right she stands

With a heart so pure and touched

On the left she stands

Luring men in with each syllable

On the right she stands

Wishing she could enjoy the love of a man

On the left she stands

Making this man believe he can have her

On the right she stands

Just waiting on the real thing

On the left she stands

Protecting 'She' on the right

From ever getting hurt again

Like she was with the last Man

Crazy Thing Called ...

Sliding down the wall

Feeling my tears fall

Unable to stand up

I'm just ready to give up

I yearn for what's real

Jumping at every chance to feel

No need for drugs

I just want to get bit by that bug

The ever elusive feeling I have resisted

I have tasted a dip

Lust now for a big sip

But it was pulled right from underneath me

Now I am feeling my knees weakening

Wishing to stop these feelings

Pause to breath

Now I can see clearly

Possible Death of My Last Real Thing

When we kiss it's like magic

I know we ended and it's tragic

When I let my mind wonder

I can see us under the stars

That famous night where we kiss

Also the exact moment I miss

Holding hands

Yet making no plans

We felt the chemistry

Back in High School

Now we have no time

I now ring to a different chime

I like things that most girls don't

Like football, strip clubs, and porn

I guess that's too much for you to handle

Maybe I am too much of a gamble

We are done for now

But maybe it's for good

I'd have hope in a jar if I could

What's next???

Every man's dream

Is very delicate flower

He dreams about her

Every single hour

She can be anything

But he only wants one

She has never been so wrapped up

Her game is usually on point

She is falling for him

Like the time before

Blind to what everyone else does

Her friends ask "why you going back"

She can't help it he sucks her in

She can smell the game

Spilling through the phone

But she is left speechless by his flattery

The flattery is charming

But never seems to last

She believes they may be meant to be

All her girls are there

Making sure she doesn't break

She is very curious what this may be

Loves the lust too much to resist

Wants more of him

He rejects her

But those feeling remain the same

She realizes he could be different

Maybe he moving on

He has a yo-yo girl he can always bring back

Yo-yo girl is her is you is ...

I

Looking Back at NCJ

Behind was you but now you are here in face

I can't erase you from my life

You have come back twice

Even after what happened the last time

I will not allow you to hurt me unintentionally or intentionally

I told you the last time how I felt about you

You have to leave me alone for my own sake

I am so fragile that I break myself

To you I am just another girl on your list

I have no meaning to you at all

I figured out why we stopped talking

It is because you consistently lie

Or maybe I just don’t believe you

But the chuckle in the background is not comforting

Am I the front, the back, or someone you seem to remember out of convince

Or ever so clearly that you can’t forget me

I wish you could be as clear as I am

I know what I want and I will have it

You are my favorite nothing with or without you