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Mayah Seals Feb 2016
Surrounded by strangers who love me.
[Un]strangers made strange by pain.
Words the same as always, the same as nothing, when nothing is the same.

Lost and last to know; lost and last to love.
I am the last one lost.
For you cannot see even a bubble; once it is popped.
Falling not flying.

One lost, ****** word, like the lost worlds between you and me.
We love what we love and who.
We love who we love and why.
We love why we love and find a falling shoelace knotted & strung between the fingers of strangers.
Strangers made strange by love.

With arms around me: dancing and hurried.
I see your face: pale and worried.
Bargaining with a life that isn't mine to bargain with isn't a bargain at all.
But, misery doesn't come cheap.
Now, I've found the missing piece.
My breath; my heart; my memory.
Me.
The other half, the missing half.

Entombed by the laws of physics; the laws of love.
Of time and space and the [in]between place.
[In]between you and me and where we are.
Because, I'm lost and looking; looking & lost.
Copyright © 2016
Mayah Seals Nov 2015
I am a bright girl with bright hair to hide the darkness in her heart.
I wonder, will my life will ever get easier than this?
I hear my laboured breathing every day.
I see the the ever-darkening shadows under my eyes every night.
I want to find the light at the end of this never-ending tunnel
For I am a bright girl with bright hair to hide the darkness in her heart.

I pretend that I am a normal, teenage girl.
I feel the weight of the world on my broad shoulders.
I touch the stars and escape to a whole other world.
I worry that I am nothing but an ever empty shell.
I cry when the barrier I worked so hard to build, begins to crack.
I pretend that I am a normal, teenage girl.

I understand I am just a small piece of a big world.
I say I can do whatever I put my mind to.
I dream of my name going down in history and my face one everyone knows.
I try to be a good person, even though I’m bad at the best of times.
I hope to be more than a small town girl trapped in the shadow of this ever-changing world
Alas, I am a bright girl with bright hair to hide the darkness in her heart
Copyright © 2015
Mayah Seals Oct 2015
I don't want to 'chill'; I want to be courted.
I want to dance under the stars, not in a club.
Let's get lost and lay out, looking at the sky and sneaking side glimpse of each other when one of us isn't looking.
I don't need you to spend all your money on shiny things.
Just one that glistens on my finger when you get on one knee.
Let's spin around until we collapse in a fit of laughs.
Get me a bouquet of roses, with a fake one in the middle,
And say, "I'll love you until the last one dies."
Use every one of those cheesy pick up lines from every chick flick you've ever seen,
Because I guarantee you'll win me faster.
I know my heart is so young,
But my soul has some mileage.
What can I say, though?
There's nothing like a good, old-fashioned kind of love.
Copyright © 2015
Mayah Seals Oct 2015
Today is a silent day.
A "lost in thought" kind of day.
When reality is not my first choice because my mind focuses on all the sharp, pointy things
And Today is not the day to succumb to sharp, pointy things.
I'd be fine if it wasn't for this book I started today.
Today's book is about a girl who likes sharp, pointy things.
And they keep describing it in such vivid details,
I can almost feel my skin splitting and a river pouring out.
But, Today can't be the day I break.
I've traded the sharp, pointy things for paint brushes
And the only designs on my wrists are done in pen.
But, Today, the world is weighing on me
And I just can't escape.
148 days is such a hard number to obtain.
And zero so easily found
But, I will reach 149.
Today will be mad
But, Tomorrow will be proud.
Mayah Seals Oct 2015
Eyes always full of tears,
And I never know why.
  Sep 2015 Mayah Seals
Hong Denice
When we met
it felt seconds
Comparable to a movie in fast-forward

When we part
it felt forever
Having no ends to meet

Both of us knew it
that there was something
A spark
when we are together
A deep connection
Even if we are living in distance

We may be denying it
when people see us

But clearly we know
that we are not just friends
secretly

Conveying feelings in disguise
Running around the bush

Mutually desiring to see one another's face again
Soon
but only doubt keeps us apart

Only doubt...
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