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My chances became
equal to your frigid heart:
absolute zero.
If i told you i needed help
would you listen?
Or would your silence
Echo off the walls.
See my life is like a car,
Sometimes moving fast
And other times so **** slow.
If i told you i feel hurt inside
would you not just hear
but listen
to what i said
I need someone to care.
Im tired of trying to fight alone.
Im tired of trying to survive at a table for one.
If i told you
I cry all over my body
And each tear is a knife
And they are leaving scars on my flesh,
Would you cut me a bandage,
Sop up my blood,
Or leave me to bleed out.
If i told you
I was alone and my demons are taunting me
would you get me out
Or would you keep walking
or keep scrolling...
Im not begging for attention,
But one cannot be expected to be alone and silent like a life long detention.
If i told you
I was ready to confess everything
Come clean from my secrets,
Strip myself naked so you could see my imperfections
would you care even the slightest bit
Or are you so selfish
And so ignorant
To walk on
And leave this person to die.
If i told you i was ready to die
would you blame it in cliche,
Or believe it and save me from damnation

Its time to think.
It could be up to you
This isnt just my world,
Its yours, too
and dont you want to be
somebody
To someone?
I need you.
Because all of these "if i told you's
Are becoming
**im telling you
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it's valentines day
and there's this boy

he's got blue eyes
wears olive green
and this monogrammed
color pooled scarf in
red heart mexicana
that his grandma knit

(i'm also wearing olive
green with denim and
lace -- a skirt?? but
diggity **** he's looking!
i picked this outfit not
knowing it was the precise
shade of green made for
storming beaches on v-day)


i've been making his
espresso since last august
but today he came around
the back of the counter
to make it and chat so
i gave him some pie

...pie
many successful
relationships have
started with pie

(mental note: 2/14/17, 11:30
underbaked coconut custard)


it might be the 8oz
***** chai with
three shots espresso
making my stomach
flitter or it might be
him not the oven

that's got my cheeks
spotted with lightly
browned freckles and
cinnamon flavored blush

(he's a cook
i'm a baker
doesn't that
work somehow?)


***** it
now i've got a
heart shaped
pink polka dotted
sugary royal icing
cookie cutter crush.
holy crapoli what's gotten into me
Copyright 2/14/17 by B. E. McComb
How should I begin?
Maybe with a question
But I just did
A first impression failed
An old demon that you saw behind my facade
I try,
I try to hide but those piercing eyes
Merely touched the surface of this one sided window of mine,
But I found that they shattered it 
Cause when you have eyes the color of the ocean
The weight of the ocean,
tends to drown me
And as deep as I am,
the pitch black continues to consume
So I assume I should begin with the end because if I continue to sink you'll be the death of me
But they say you've never lived till you've almost died
And you've arisen an addiction of free falling
Or...
Falling on my face
Because that's the only way to get out of this haze
This high state where my brain has no sense of gravity
No sense of anything really
Because my sense of reality has become just a fallacy,
You're my mirage,
My wish upon a star,
Your a dream ,
Just as much as you are a nightmare
When I close my eyes and see that smile I can never tell when I should pinch myself
Awake
Or stay dreaming
Because a dream is a wish the heart makes I learned that watching princess movies hoping that I would be the guy that came in to save the day,
But it seems to me that I always end up being an ogre;
And Shrek was just a fairy tale,
they don't alway get the girl
And no matter how many onion layers i think i may have the scent will still make you cry
And honestly that's why you can never get close to me
But its ok cause I can only postpone the sown truth for so long
So how should I end?
How about,
I'm sorry?
Honestly rejection *****. But in this poem I think it's alittle more then that. This one is about fixing some of the things in your life before being able to move on.
This was written by alternating lines
I'm so afraid of what you might think

You don't need to know
I wish things were different
How could you be so ignorant,
I think I love you,

You could be a constellation
But I'll happily kiss you into star dust
Time slows down when ever you walk by
I want to hold you so close that I could feel your heart beat
Your hair smells nice

I'm sorry
Goodbye
I think I love you
Please don't go
I'm scared
How could you not see it
I couldn't live with out you
I'd die for you
Your tearing me to pieces
I wouldn't want to hurt you

He doesn't deserve you
I think I love you
I hate him
I hate you
I love you
I'm sorry

I love you

I'm letting go
This hurts so much
Goodbye

Hello
 Jul 2016 KrazySnowflake
Brent
the insecure girl
who sees the beauty
in the twinkling stars and constellations
but refuses to see
the ones in her hazel eyes

the insecure girl
who sees the beauty
in the tallest mountains
and the steepest hills
but refuses to see beauty
in her most beautiful *****
and most curvy behind

the insecure girl
who sees the beauty
in the scorching sun
and the glowing moon
but refuses to see beauty
in her warmest embrace
and her illuminating smile

the insecure girl
who sees the beauty
in everything
but refuses to see beauty
in herself
im running out of words
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