BrooklynMae: Poems

Feb 2019 · 334

BrooklynMae Feb 2019

Please
Don't forget about me
When the sun sets
And the moon comes out to play

For the light of the moon
Is just the reflection of the sun

Jan 2019 · 219

Untitled

BrooklynMae Jan 2019

Untitled

My life is a constant roller coaster
But it is anything but constant

Always taking the most unpredictable and sharp turns
Changing course and paths on a whim

The vacillation of heart racing and stomach twisting
Always keeps me on my toes

Yet I enjoy the ride while I can
I yearn for the drops, and the flips and the flops

But more than anything I hope for the stop
For the day when I can get off

When my life has found its rhythm
And I have found my rhyme
And you are finally mine

Dec 2018 · 239

Drunk

BrooklynMae Dec 2018

Drunk

Don' t lean back
The room is gonna tip again

I'm O.K.
Or at least I keep tellin him that

As the ice melts in my glass
The warmth in my stomach grows

The phone rings
I've sent one too many texts tonight
But one call can't do any harm
Besides, I miss him

The cup in my hand
Sweats with each sip

I only think about finishing the bottle

Which
Now that I think about it
Is probably the wrong answer

Nov 2018 · 133

Last night

BrooklynMae Nov 2018

Last night

It's been real
It's been fun

But it hasn't been real fun

Please get up
Please get out
Please don't slam the door
Or shout

You were great
The *** was great

But it's time for work
And you're gonna be late

I need to relax
In my bed alone

Thanks for staying
But you should've gone home

I don't know what you thought this was
But I think I may have misspoke because

Last night was cool
And I'm glad you came
But now that it's over
I've forgotten your name

Jun 2018 · 199

I like it that way

BrooklynMae Jun 2018

I like it that way

He’s jealous of the way I fall sleep so fast but I can’t help it.
It’s something about the way I feel when I’m in his arms.

When he holds me I’m able to release my grasp on reality and finally sink into serenity.

When I look into his eyes I feel cared for in a way no one else would understand.

When I taste his smile I know that true happiness comes from within but is radiated through those around us.

When he traces my skin with his fingers I wonder what new discovery he is going to make. He’s always looking for a way to learn more about me. About my body. How I feel. Inside and out.

When he breathes I hope that he is going to say my name again. He rarely does. But I like it that way.

Jan 2018 · 156

Hello

BrooklynMae Jan 2018

Hello

Everyone focuses on the goodbyes
The end of the journey

But I feel the hellos
Have so much more to offer

Sep 2017 · 153

Sad

BrooklynMae Sep 2017

Sad

I'm not sure where it comes from
The sad
But **** straight it's there
I feel it, lurking

The sad waits for the right moment
Like a wolf looking prey that is young, sick or wounded
Only attacking when I am vulnerable and defenseless
In moments when I'm incapable of escaping

When the sad comes
A hurricane formulates in my mind
A tumultuous battle between dark and light

I fight back tears
Rubbing my lips in an attempt to hold in the screams
Worry that the sad is here to stay this time
My brain tries and tries to fight it

The pain of the sad is almost too much at times
My heart can't always take it
I feel myself getting weaker
Succumbing to the grip

Of the Sad

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