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Mays Benatti Dec 2019
If my beauty was to measured by progress,
Together, we might not feel so hopeless.
Tounge tied, our whispers turned us tone deaf

To the ones we hold closest
What if our progress as a couple had been measured by something deeper than physical attraction? Could we have grown into something more meaningful? This poem captures that bittersweet realization and the complexity of love built on infatuation.
Mays Benatti Jul 2017
Searching for an ear,
Just one.
It's a quest for acceptance,
Or maybe the solace gun.
Hand it over,
Prepare to run.
This poem reflects a moment of deep vulnerability and inner conflict. It’s about searching for someone to truly listen, to provide that sense of acceptance we all crave. But there’s also this edge—this feeling of tension or danger that comes with opening up. The “solace gun” was my way of capturing how heavy those emotions can feel, like you’re carrying something powerful and fragile at the same time.

The line “hand it over, prepare to run” is a mix of fear and urgency, like a warning to myself or others about the risks of being vulnerable. Writing this was a way to process that push-and-pull between needing connection and guarding my own heart.
Mays Benatti Jul 2017
Words can be described,
But when they’re felt, they become magic.
If I felt sunshine, would it be magic—
Or have I just described another word without knowing?
This poem reflects on the balance between understanding and feeling. Words can describe so much, but their real power comes when they evoke emotion—when they feel like magic. I used “sunshine” as an example to question whether the experience of something so simple is inherently magical, or if it’s just another word we assign meaning to without fully grasping its essence.

It’s a reflection on how language often falls short in capturing the depth of human emotion, leaving us to wonder if true meaning lies in the words we use or in the feelings they inspire.

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