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allie May 2017
i sit at the plastic table alone
my friends are asking a question
to the supervisor that watches
she says no so they
skip towards me
singing in cracked voices
they get the entire room to sing
and in their fabulously split awful voices
they chant the words
that make me smile
my cheeks flushed pink
my smile wide
my laughter loud
oh how i love my friends (Allyn, Cc, Bryn, Sammie, Julie, Morgan, Amanda, and Annabelle)
allie May 2017
I open the door
To streamers
To candy
To glitter tape (Amanda, thanks)
So yay!
It's my birthday!
Thank you, Cc, Sao, Sammie, Allyn, Amanda. It's a great day. (And Bryn, even though you weren't there.)
allie May 2017
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we are beautiful.
we are amazing.
we can shine.
so don't tell us otherwise
because the poems of true feelings
don't glow anymore.
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allie May 2017
When I meet someone new,
They ask,
"Hey, how are you?"

Why do you ask?
I mean,
I can say,
"I'm good, how about you?"
Or, I can say,
"I'm dying inside with the deathly feeling of the solitude that has become my life, and slowly withering into small pieces from the constant harming words that now dominate my life. But then again."

"You don't care."

"So go ahead and spill your life story. The ups and downs. The amazing and mysterious dilemmas that have appeared in your life. So talk to me. I will listen. Or try to cut in, and try to enter. But. But."

**"You won't listen."
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allie May 2017
NO.
NO.
We are not simply
'together'
Because we are friends.

NO.
We are not
'dating'
Because I am female and he is male.

NO.*
Also, even if we *were.

Why is it your business?
Let's just say.
We happen to date.
Why,
In the name of god,
Do you care?
You are not him.
You are not me.
So stop wasting your words on us,
When you could find someone for yourself.
This expresses the constant words that slap themselves to me and my friends.
With more than one person, the people around us ridicule us because we are friends and the opposite ***. Yes, we can be friends without anything 'going on.'
allie May 2017
Sitting by my computer
The screen reflecting blue and red light
On me and the nail polish
Sitting next to my arm
With clear gloss covering the countertop
Lonely.
allie May 2017
Closing my eyes
Accepting the darkness
Isolated from the crowd
And I'm a confined human
Bathing in laughter that isn't mine
Living a lie in the oak tree shade
Shivering in the hail that covers the land
Around me. The hail that makes everything ice.



Accept it. Please.
*PLEASE
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