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Lynne May 2017
He asked her
on the porch:
"Will you fall in love when you're there?"

Not a second.
Not a beat later.































"No."












Silence followed.
He smiled.
Seemingly a small change to her
was a large change to him.
He confronted her
hungry to know the answer


"Well...you know..."
Her voices trails off.
the "No" echoes in her mind.





She already fell in love
with Her
and herself
she wanted to wait
patiently
for the sun to appear over the horizon,
as the moon was still bathing the wine soaked pavement

someday.
Lynne May 2017
i am a liar.
i have lied.

Why do people lie?
protect, preserve
fear of judgement
for stupidity
what else could be so important..?

but how can you stop being a liar
and start being a truth bearer?

especially when everyone you lied to
is now so accustomed to you
and your golden tongue.

when can you truly tell them
that you are no longer that
for they will never believe you
fully in their armored minds...
so you have to ask, what's the point?

but really
the question is: who?

who can you stop for?
who can you think of
every time you are about to spin
the golden thread that
turns to ash over time?

you know who.
you stop for her.
and you stop for yourself.
and you stop for the two of you.
because losing her
was never worth the extravagant elegance
of white lies wrapped in silver cloth
or of the cheating nights and empty promises
it was never worth you having your vegan cake
and eating it too
and eating every heart you came into contact with
as if their innocent blood
fed your will to live and to thrive
for indeed, at one point, it did.

the innocence and the infatuation felt good
in multiple doses
sticking that rusty needle into your skin
caked in the sadness of many before
and your eyes wandering in euphoria
at the attention you felt you deserved.
flaunting your aura,
you were full of ****.

and she deserves more than your shell
of a woman you once were.

It's too late, darling.
The truth in you now is not worth your weight in gold.
Lynne May 2017
Too little, too late
You've changed
And the world has moved on.

The direction of your life
is a different direction
from the love that you desired
to taste

Crisp as the apple
Sickly sweet but bitter finish
Fruit becoming wine
Nectar of the inevitable stares
The inevitable smirk
Slow eye contact and heart palpitations

My stomach sinks and my heart races
All day I had felt this burning
And now all night
I hoped you to never leave the floor
Which was covered in memories --
Love
Love
Love

I never wanted the night to end
But the clock kept ticking
An expiration on our escapade
An expiration of our speech without movement
Simple, somber eyes locking and unlocking
The keys to those barred doors
Banging to get in
Or get out
Slipping along the wall, sobbing to a seat

When the Last drop of wine fell onto the floor
And the night winded away
I kept looking around
Hoping for an answer to my pressing
But the only answer lay in your palm
Holding me up
Forever your hand upon my back
Encouraging
But invisible and warm
Your life sinking into mine and my tears
always becoming the ocean that sways
and passes and opens comfort and security
Wide and dark and the essence of you
Serene and stable but everflowing
Your eyes mirroring the surf that touches my hand
Sitting
Thousands of words sprinkled in the sand
Your name written in the type of deep wounds that fill with water and salt to wash away what was.
But I return and re-write you in those memories
and I press my body against the earth and I breathe you in and your face appears over me.
Inhaling your existence, I taste the wine on your mouth
And suddenly I'm back. Retreating from your gaze
Back on the porch. Back with everyone. But so lost in you.

And though I have changed,
The world has moved on.
Lynne May 2017
i'm making a promise
this one i hope to keep
to learn to truly love myself
and to finally make the leap

true happiness takes courage
real *****, you know
so i'm truly taking a step
and just getting up to go

run, walk, jump
but never hide
out and free and wild and me
with, me, myself, at my side
Lynne Apr 2017
i wake up
heart racing
to see a letter from you
long winded
short written
small type
large letters
smiles
or crying with laughter
i don't know you yet
but i will soon
and i hope that you
and i
will go on adventures
and see the world together
or maybe
you're just a passing ghost
in this world
and that's ok too.
whatever you are,
i accept this happiness
that i feel when i see you've written
to me.
every day, without fail
i am excited to hear from you.
who knows what the future will bring
but i'm happy to know you
as much as i do right now.
life has a funny way of
bringing friendship
around.
Lynne Apr 2017
It's a delicate subject
future me.
who will i become?
or have i already
sprung into my current
majesty
or will i stay
bitter to the very end?
this self
i see her in the mirror
and i wonder what
will be at her side?
honor?
love?
distant self disillusion?
mirrored.
in the woman she wishes to
be?
or in the woman
she wishes to hold?
Lynne Mar 2017
is always the sweetest.
because you only see the surface.
never will I do that again.
staying in sweetness.
allowing my mind to be clouded
enough is enough.
will I ever learn?
I think this year, it is the time.
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