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Lillian May May 2019
I wish you knew
How much it hurts when you
Address me in such a casual hue

I choke and a writhe and I cry
There in my mind
But outside I’m doing just fine

I wish you missed my touch
Even a fraction as much
As I feel that you’re my crutch

I guess that I’ll have to learn
That it’s pointless for me to yearn
For someone I cannot earn

And I could go on how long who knows
About how very little care you’ve shown
And how very little it seems you’ve grown.
What a ****.
  May 2019 Lillian May
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
Lillian May May 2019
she walks with grace
and a deep, earned sense of place
she smiles
and as laughs tickle at her waist
others around can't help but follow in haste

she has no nickname,
no joke or snicker surrounding her frame
no clever breadcrumbs
to tell the story of how she became
she simply is, and exists as a flame

she has an air of peace,
and a soft, subtle feeling of ease
she opens her lips
and as she speaks
tears from his eyes begin their leaks.
I wonder what or who you picture.
  May 2019 Lillian May
savspoetry
fake smile
empty stomach
dizzy mind
and im okay with that
  May 2019 Lillian May
Nathaniel
Imagine my conniption and slipping
When I noticed the man in the mirror was missing

I folded into self destruction and binged self hate
Before I was light, till sadness added weight

Then you came through the walls I erected
Inspired by your vivacity and charm I became connected

And under the Christmas tree you laid fair
In my glee, I knew I had never been there
  May 2019 Lillian May
harlee kae
when you're little
everything feels black and white
good vs evil
a perfectly labeled box
for you to divide people into
experiences into

but the older i get
the more i realize
life is all about the gray
and most things are a mix of good and bad
happy and sad
an abundance of hues
some in crisp lines
and others splattered all about

and that maybe it's up to us
to make the painting worthwhile
i don't know. it was better in my head.
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