The Emancipation (I Get From Love) of Angie (12/30)

On this very day, nineteen years ago The artist of my life, Mariah Carey released what many consider her comeback album The Emancipation of Mimi on the very same day my best friend and twin flame, Angela Giaimo became emancipated from childhood.

I have never been very spiritual. I'm not Ace of Base; I struggle to see the signs. And I'm unsure what I believe about this universe but here are some things I know coincide:

Mariah Carey and Angela Giaimo are both Aries.

Neither Mariah Carey nor Angela Giaimo have middle names.

Mariah became my favorite artist primarily because of lyrics and Angela and I first bonded over us both being lyrics girlies.

Like Mariah, Angela is an amazing writer and musically inclined.

I tried to get my ex-best friend that I nicknamed "MiMi" to use The Emancipation of Mimi as the theme for her 18th birthday,  just two months after Angela's 18th.

That same ex-best friend betrayed Angela, and her treachery brought Angela and I closer  because I was on her side, the correct side.

I never knew Mariah's album came out on Angela's birthday until today, the number of years later that is the same as my favorite number.

When it comes to Angela, It has never been a question that our connection is inherent. I would not scoff at the concept of it being ancestral and supernatural. And while I have no mystical gifts that will tell me she is pregnant the way her brujería informed her of Saviour's impending arrival, I can sense that it's by more than chance that she's tattooed on my spirit. And why I love Angela Giaimo with my whole soul, even more than I love Mariah Carey.

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If love cannot save me from life.

Well, at least it’ll give me a peaceful death.

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I can smell the obnoxious anxiety steaming off from this sad earthly humour of deceiving, when you took my forlorn hand and mingled with yours.

Wartime Ballad. World War II, seaside town. War touched an innocent girl and new love ended in tragedy.

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Yes, I got your letter

© Audrey Emmett

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Forgotten.

Forgotten letters with cheap ballpoint pens in funky colours because that's not who we were then.

Letters with a squiggle on the side, a scribble in every sentence. You didn't mind them, then.

Forgotten pasta bakes in the corridor at three a.m. with plastic forks and stolen teaspoons, giggling like thirteen year olds, because we were thirteen year olds.

Pasta bakes that had a crunch every now and again. You didn't mention that, then.

Forgotten lyrics on scraps of used notebook paper, lyrics to forgotten songs, songs from forgotten albums.

You're still humming them, aren't you?

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I am screaming without any sound

exorcising a lifetime of demons.

1/10/-1/11/20 : Late Night Rambles

I can’t get over you. All I want is you. We can never be. I’m in love with the idea of you. Of us being two. Our laughter late in this midnight hours. Our bodies as one. Tongues fighting dominance. The way your hands slide down my dress. My finger locked tight, pulling your hair as our bodies become one. Sweat, love making, and scent running through the night time. You loving all of me. More than I’ve ever loved myself. My insecurities shining through. You allowing them to shine and going with it. I want you even though it can’t be. I won’t change and neither will you. I love the idea of you. My heart aches wanting for more of you, waiting for the flame to Ingite. Maybe our path will cross again, even if it is at a later time.

Here I am drunk again, wishing for you to be with me again like that night under the moon light love making for all of paradise.

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