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May 2016 · 467
frustration
Maia Boncan May 2016
here we are again
lying next to each other
never do we kiss
idek honestly ok
Feb 2016 · 607
"once more, Fate"
Maia Boncan Feb 2016
bound us, tied us to one another
when we were unaware, naive even
of what Fate could do
with us, to us, for us

but when i saw you
i knew that
it was Her who finally
brought us
together

and now
i beg, plead to Her
"once more, Fate"
for Her to bring us
together again
**** it
Feb 2016 · 1.9k
XXVIII. opposites
Maia Boncan Feb 2016
like how the Sun hides from the Moon
so that he doesn’t burn her radiance
always leaving too soon --
the ever-tantalizing romance

like how the Sky kisses the Sea
only through heavy rain
separated by Time, never free
forever driving them insane

like how Life and Death
chase each other for eternities
away you take my breath
despite incompatible personalities
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Feb 2016 · 587
empty bed
Maia Boncan Feb 2016
either

bright white tiles
sanitized floors
intravenous, unattached
a door, ajar

or

mascara stains on
untidy pillow covers
without remorse, unaffected
a never-heard goodbye

absence; loss
intentional or not
deliberate or not
-- gone

nothing is worse
nothing is worse
i promise you, nothing is worse
than an empty bed
Jan 2016 · 824
XXVI. three-second fling
Maia Boncan Jan 2016
unexpected, although assuming
breathe, self -- he’s two feet away
and gazing at you
don’t look, don’t look, don’t look

heart pounding, walk past, stride gracefully
great job -- so far, so good
pretend you’re busy, smile
laugh if you must, do not look

i failed, he looked back
we caught each other
fixed eyes at one another
what is he thinking? should i smile?

tick tock tick -- the end
**** it...
Jan 2016 · 435
XIII. my greatest flaw
Maia Boncan Jan 2016
you’d think that he’d be right outside your door
when you need him the most
you’d think that when the rain pours the hardest your doorbell would ring
you’d think that he’d be holding the umbrella he forgot to return
you’d think that he’d run to you with open arms
you’d think that he’d kiss you time and time again because he was sorry
you’d think that everything would be alright
you’d think that he actually loved you
you’d realize, you’re wrong
Jan 2016 · 663
XXII. untitled 2
Maia Boncan Jan 2016
what makes one fall in love?
is it the curves of her collarbones,
or the edges of her hips?

is it the way she throws her head back, laughing
or how she hides her face, crying?

is it her firm, undeniable confidence
or the way she cowers from her fears?

is it the way she whispers “i love you”
or the her never-ending arguments?

when are you going to admit to yourself
that it’s just the loneliness

seeping into your unguarded heart
at three in the morning?
Jan 2016 · 648
drip, drop
Maia Boncan Jan 2016
.
.
like rain it falls
ever so gently to her calls

drip, drop; drip, drop
one by one it doesn't stop

from her arms, it flows
into her bathtub, red goes and goes
.
.
Jan 2016 · 500
52 cycles
Maia Boncan Jan 2016
on sundays, i feel like dying
on mondays, i don't
tuesdays, i feel like crying
wednesdays, my tears just won't

everyone thinks i'm fine
but it's okay, it's not a crime
to think that i am okay
because i seem "happy" everyday

on thursdays, i want to leave
fridays, i stay
saturdays, in vain, i believe
that sunday is far away
and the cycle continues
Jan 2016 · 574
the thought
Maia Boncan Jan 2016
what a thrill
it must be
to run my hands
through your hair

what a pleasure
it must be
to laugh under
linen sheets

oh, what a rush
it must be
to graze
your lips

oh, the thought of you
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Jan 2016 · 380
like a thief in the night
Maia Boncan Jan 2016
there is nothing
quite like death
to catch you off-guard
dead in your tracks
frozen
unsure of what to say --
or think
wonder if you should even breathe --
or cry
RIP Alan Rickman, David Bowie, and to the loved ones in my life.
Jan 2016 · 767
vii. eternal
Maia Boncan Jan 2016
he looked at me with regret and asked,
"why are you crying, my dear?"
i sniffed, and told him politely
that he was the best thing
that ever happened to me

he then said, "please don't go"
and i told him sincerely
that i couldn't stay forever
but my love for him is eternal
just like his unspoken words

i then smiled,
"see you soon"
and that was when i had the courage
to catch the next bus,
only to find myself looking back out the window
at his epitaph

— The End —