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Maia Aug 2019
My love is a flower,
So desperate
To cling to the dirt on her feet-
Breathing the sound of the wind,
Petals reaching
For the ghost of a sun
Long gone,
Sunken under the silhouette of
You-
Are an ocean
I ache to swallow
Afraid I’ll drown-
In your love
Is a drug
Of warmth and light,
It is all I need
In this dark-
Tonight.
Maia Jul 2019
I haven’t quite
Decided
Wether these veins that web my heart
Are roots
Or fault lines,
But I’m starting to believe-
That maybe
They can exist
As both.
Maia Jul 2019
If only you could hear,
All these words that I’ve discovered
Written upon the walls of my mind,
Disappearing at the wake of light.
Tell me I’m not alone with creating the best poems at 3am in bed and than waking up to forget it all.
Maia Jul 2019
Love, don’t be afraid
We’ve all gone places we cannot hide,
Written stories we won’t deny,
But look at us,
Living. Tonight,
Alive.
Maia Jun 2019
You held me in your arms and whispered,
“Baby, I’ll make you my queen,”
But darling, don’t you get it-
I don’t need your love
To make me something I already am.
Maia May 2019
If we leave here not knowing
Where life will be going,
Love,
Remember that if all fails
Fall back on the fact
That we are growing.
Always.
Maia May 2019
Was it boredom or curiosity
Clearly the click bait worked,
Look where I am
Staring at the so called “World’s prettiest girls”
Just to see if maybe...

I guess I was too ambitious
Hoping to find myself seen as anything close to
Beautiful. All I saw was
Light skin and blonde hair
Blue eyes that screamed “love me.”

I stare at my mirror
Wonder when I’ll ever see myself,
Enough to be called “pretty.”
Maybe I don’t want that though,
Maybe I just want “enough.”
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