By EMILY WYKOFF
You are full of empty promises
Lies hidden in kind equivocations
I’m tired of running in circles, chasing my tail
Trying to chase you
I wanted, so badly, to love you
I would have sacrificed anything
To be the girl you kept in your head
Now I’m left with words unsaid
Things like that haunt a writer
Twisting our minds down paths never crossed
Wandering evergreen forests, roads twisted
Wanting to love a person who never really existed
This is what we do, you know
It’s our eternal, ever-young struggle
Always running away from the right thing to say
Waiting for the perfect metaphor
I don’t know what this is, who we are
Our odds and if I’ve blown them
Heartbreak and vodka don’t mix well
One of the many lessons I’ve learned from words unspoken
It bothers me more that you’re a writer, too
The remaining words must eat you up inside
I never wanted to want you this badly
And be left with nothing beside
Please tell me how this story ends
When we’ve reached the cut off point
‘Cause I’m not great with signs read, words unsaid
How can you drown out the noise?
Writer | Emily Wykoff ’26 | ewykoff26@amherst.edu
Editor | Kate Bestall ’27 | ewykoff26@amherst.edu