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Bea Jul 2019
There are pieces
Broken pieces scattered in the sand
Overlooked
Unnoticed

No one really likes them
No one seems to care
No one picks them up
Unless they are whole

Perfect
Unscratched

She is broken
Her heart's in pieces
Scattered across the world

Overseen
Underwhelming

No one really sees her
No one seems to care
One picks her up
But she can't ask her to do that any longer

I am imperfect
I am scratched
I am broken
I am in love

I wish for you
It’s gonna be okay
  Jul 2019 Bea
Stained Glass
"She got lost in him, and it was the kind of lost that's exactly like being found."
  Jul 2019 Bea
Torin
she moves to me
whether in a picture or sat against the sea
as a cloud she floats gently above me
the currents and the streams
her neck where sections sit
the way her necklace rests ever so delicately
her soft brown skin
through all this land
she moves to me

she is
gold
sunshine on a crystal morning
and pearls
silk
nothing
everything

she moves to me
whether its a mirror or stood against the sky
as the music the cosmos makes in our silence
the stars and the planets
her neck where moons beam
the way her necklace follows her collorbone
through all this space
she moves to me
whether its gravity or we as entangled particles
and we are in every moment as we are together
our quantum dancing
her neck where time begins
the way her necklace falls so gracefully into place
through all this time
she moves to me

I kiss her just below her right ear
and I know now is everywhere
and everytime is now
the sun and the moon
the spiral galaxy
the walls that hold in time
I kiss her just below her right ear

she moves to me
whether its the wind or impossible odds
as the dreams we hold dear and our hope that keeps us strong
our faith and love
her neck which i caress gently
the way her necklace seems to retire when she does
I kiss her on the eyelids
she moves to me
  Jul 2019 Bea
b e mccomb
at 4 in the
morning the sun
is never up
but i usually am

i worry
about things
that are out of
my control
even more about
things that are

get up early
when i work
and earlier
when i don’t
the older i get the
more i learn
sometimes you
need to cry it out

alone
at night
into your pillow
the blankets
wrapped all
around you

sometimes you
need to cry
and cry
and cry

until the morning
sun falls across
the tears dried
under your lashes

and the lump
in your throat has
dissolved so you can
breathe with ease

you need to get up
let hot water
wash it away
let the steam rising
from your mug soften
any sorrow left around
your morning eyes
take a deep breath
don’t mention it
to anyone

and
just
keep
going

i will
just
keep
going
copyright 9/7/18 b. e. mccomb
  Jul 2019 Bea
Gabriel
Both can ****
        The only difference is
                      Cigarettes shatter lungs
         She shatters everything

            I remembered the first moment
my lips pressed the filter
     as I lit it up breathed it all
                savored every smoke
       as if we covered up painful lies
        in a container of painkillers

The same way  
we used to pressed our lips
     sparked something between us
           savored every moment we had
    as if our love was a rose
               in a valley of tulips
Gold
  Jul 2019 Bea
Bee
she was the moon
radiating the night sky
and dancing among the stars

you were the darkness
the shadow that waxed and waned
through the phases of her life

she grew to believe
that your presence
is what made her whole

but like the full moon
she shone brightest
without you


x.
Bea Jul 2019
The year was quite normal
Nothing to special
A few old friends were found again
Like dried flowers
Beauty preserved overtime

But then I met her
This beautiful and amazing soul
She was so special
It sounds cheesy but when I saw the sun shine on her face

I felt lost

I didn't understand why such an amazing human was speaking to me

Her voice is like music
Her smile is contagious
Her stories are amazing
She has so much to offer this world

This world that is full of hatred and anger
It doesn't deserve her
We don't deserve her
I don't deserve her

And yet
She still decides to talk to me
She shares her voice
She shows her smile
She tells her stories

She shows me how to live
How to truly be yourself in this world

I share everything with her
Everything but those few words
I could never tell her
I wouldn't know how

How do I tell her how much she means to me?
How much she inspires others ?
How do you tell someone you love them?
You show it

And **** am I trying
But sometimes trying isn't enough
I'll tell her eventually
I'm just not quite ready yet

- Ive always loved you
Written about my best friend because I'm in love with her and I want to tell her everything, I'm just not ready. <3 I hope you all have a good day :)
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