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May 2018 · 489
Not Good Enough
Anna May 2018
Maybe right now as you read this you’re feeling alone, friends nonexistent
Maybe you feel as if no one is ever going to love you because why would they?
Maybe you don’t see how someone can like someone who sees love as something so distant
Maybe all you’re trying to do is escape the society that is hunting you like their pray.

Maybe everyone around is growing up starting families and getting jobs
Maybe everyone is getting success while all you get is failure
and maybe all you can think is ‘what am I doing wrong’ when is it going to be?
Am I not allowed to be happy, am I not good enough as just me?

I won’t tell you that it’s going to be alright
People tell me that all the time, but they can’t promise me and I can’t promise you either
but I promise you that you are never alone and sometimes that can feel like a breather.
May 2018 · 281
We don't need everyday
Anna May 2018
It becomes something different when you don’t have to talk every day.
But still whenever we grab the phone, when one of us calls, nothing has changed and nothing will.
That’s the thing when it has been long enough.
We won’t need every day or every week, it’ll be enough with once in a while.
Every life is different so is ours, but while life changes,
while we change, one bond doesn’t necessarily have to.
We’ll still walk alongside each other, no words need to be spoken because we ’ll know, that no matter what, we’ll be there, when the need occurs.
May 2018 · 324
Different paths
Anna May 2018
It’s months with unspoken words
and still somehow when we meet again
our friendship never lost it’s worth
It’s something I still can’t quite comprehend

We speak for hours between diapers and demands
and laugh in the afternoon light
You’ll be the cause of euphoria when no one else can
And again everything will be alright

It’s amazing how life still goes on
Leads us down different paths
But still we make it work, we keep strong
and respect each other with careful hands.
May 2018 · 415
Anna May 2018
Maybe, maybe, maybe
Maybe you love me or maybe
it’s an illusion of what I so deeply
yearn to feel.

Maybe I’m just in love with the idea
of what could be
Maybe it’s not us who are meant to be

Maybe love isn’t for us
Maybe we’re going in the wrong direction
Maybe we need more than just someone to trust
Maybe we have too high expectations

Maybe I love you
Maybe I don’t
Either way, maybe you need to know.

— The End —